Wow…some guy that came into my work last night thought I was 17 years old. Boy was I flattered. He wasn’t even drunk but maybe a little overtired.
Ha! I was chatting with a truck driver that came in to get a hamburger last night. He drives a route from Toledo, Ohio to Flint everyday so I asked him if he lives in Ohio. He lives in Sandusky, right by the amusement park Cedar Point. I was thrilled, and asked him if he goes to Cedar Point all the time. He didn’t really say but he told me where he lives–almost right next to the park but not where all the rich people live — and that he can hear the rides and people screaming, etc. I was teasing him that he lives in the ghetto of Sandusky/Cedar Point because he was not rich like many of the others on the Point. Then I felt bad and asked if he lived right on Lake Erie, which he does and even has his own dock. Nice! Then I confessed that when I was little (I was thinking junior high age, when I first started going to Cedar Point) I always wished I lived near the Point so I could go there everyday it was open. He replied, “When you were little?… you can’t be more than 17 now.” LOL!! I was very surprised. I thanked him but then accused him of pulling my leg. He was adamant that I couldn’t be more than 17 or at least in my early 20s. He played a guessing game with me, but then asked me to tell him my age. I was not about to admit my age! He just kept asking if I was over 20? over 30? Yep. I finally told him I am old enough to have a stepson graduating from high school. I really think he was surprised. Made me feel good. The cook burst my bubble though – he said it was because I am so short. Thanks, ha.
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