One rather WTF-ic moment we had on the Cape occurred on our last day there when Mom and I decided to go into a consignment shop to see what they had there. We happen to like consignment shops (as I can always appreciate a bargain) and I did manage to find something in there. There were also several elderly ladies in their gossiping, and at one point one of them turns to me to ask about something and, with a totally serious face, asks me (who's still age 18, btw):
"Do you have kids?"
Excuse me, WHAT?! It's actually a miracle that my jaw didn't hit the floor and I just managed a neutral "No". I mean, I'm used to being mistaken for being quite a bit older, to the point that in restaurants people usually ask me if I want to see the wine menu (default answer is "No thanks" or "I'm driving" just to keep people from feeling awkward about asking an 18 year old if they want alcohol) but that was another barrel of fish entirely! That suggests that she mistook me for being in my mid-to-late 20s to early 30s at least! Now granted,
I look like this (person on far left) but come on!
I'm still reeling slightly from that, and it makes me wonder if other people have reached the same odd conclusion and what they think about me as a result. Granted, there was that one time that Amarkis pretended I was his Mom (and it apparently worked) but this is just getting weird. It seems that the age I'm mistaken for keeps increasing from my actual age, as it used to be only 2 or 3 years but now it's apparently increased to at least 10.
So I repeat: What the fuck?!