Just one of the (old) gals
I was pumping gas today, huddled in a big ol' green coat and wearing what I call my "first grade teacher" dress outfit, that no-ironing-requiring, get-ready-in-5-minutes-for-work miracle orange turtleneck 'n jumper. I set the stage only to illustrate that I was NOT, I repeat NOT, dressed like an old lady. I'm at least a few decades from the days when I'll get to dye my hair blue and wear gold shoes. And when I get there I plan to love every minute, but why rush, eh? No, in fact, I think this particular outfit has a young aura about it, especially when accented with my cowboy boots. Heck, yah.
So then explain why the lady in her 60s or 70s pumping gas a few feet away turned to me to comment on how hard it is to remove the gas caps. She seemed to have it all done 'n all..I gave her the brief I'm-not-in-a-chatty-mood-nod-but-here's-a-nod, she added as if we were friends, "Yes, I guess us old women have trouble with them gas caps!"
Was I in the us? I mean 27 is a rough age. It's not young, like being 25. And it's not as knowing-where-you-belongish as "thirty-something".. But is 27 old enough to be part of "us old women?"
So then explain why the lady in her 60s or 70s pumping gas a few feet away turned to me to comment on how hard it is to remove the gas caps. She seemed to have it all done 'n all..I gave her the brief I'm-not-in-a-chatty-mood-nod-but-here's-a-nod, she added as if we were friends, "Yes, I guess us old women have trouble with them gas caps!"
Was I in the us? I mean 27 is a rough age. It's not young, like being 25. And it's not as knowing-where-you-belongish as "thirty-something".. But is 27 old enough to be part of "us old women?"