Father figure

[greatbearmd]

Last couple days were sprinkled with accomplishments, last night I began making use of the pile of parts and gadgets accumulated for work in my Mayhem Lab, installing some of this stuff required hole saws, climbing over and under tables and general nimbleness I've not had in ages, and waking up this morning was not too fraught with soreness. We moved around the various equipment in the garage and I got the snowblower ready and handy for any incoming bad weather. I mothballed the MINI for the winter on the carport, after filling the tank and taking it for a spin around the town. No problems with working the clutch and other pedals, that's a good thing. The truck was empty of fuel, it got the same fuel-up and trip around to warm it up and make it happy. After all that, Jeff and I went out to get groceries. With bad weather looming, the store was rather busy. As we were checking out, Jeff was making small talk with the cashier I wasn't paying attention to. I asked what all the hubbub was about, he said she had mistaken me for his freakin' father. She blushed when he told her I'm her partner of 13 years and we're the same age. She produced a rainbow hued bracelet and asked him if we were partners in that respect, so to speak, and he said yes. She then said something to the effect of. "Well, hello! Nice to meet you!" So there's a lesbian cashier at the Giant in Burtonsville, MD.

Jeff would not stop laughing all the way home over her "mistake." We've endured countless mistaken identities as brothers. This time, I'm not sure I should laugh or cry. I knew the last round of injuries and pain took a very visible toll on me, but I had no idea I look 75 years old.

Ah, well.