Autobio Slice of Life
I'm in the veterinary office, paying for the preliminary tests done to our cat.
The young Asian woman at the counter notices either the student ID in my cardholder or the credit union's name on my credit card. "Are you a UCSD student?"
"Yes," I say.
"Wow, you don't look like... like someone like me."
I feel old.
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This conversation was also part of a recent trend, ranging from hair dressers to masseuses: "You're getting a PhD, you?" and "Wait, you want to advice PhD students?" and "You're a masters student, right?"
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Bonus scene:
A mother and father are with their beautiful baby boy, who is bald, and wearing blue pants and a shirt with a firetruck on it. Enter woman: "Her eyes are beautiful!" She then looks at us. "They aren't like either of your eyes."
The young Asian woman at the counter notices either the student ID in my cardholder or the credit union's name on my credit card. "Are you a UCSD student?"
"Yes," I say.
"Wow, you don't look like... like someone like me."
I feel old.
***
This conversation was also part of a recent trend, ranging from hair dressers to masseuses: "You're getting a PhD, you?" and "Wait, you want to advice PhD students?" and "You're a masters student, right?"
***
Bonus scene:
A mother and father are with their beautiful baby boy, who is bald, and wearing blue pants and a shirt with a firetruck on it. Enter woman: "Her eyes are beautiful!" She then looks at us. "They aren't like either of your eyes."