Preserved youth
Monday, June 9th, 2008
In front of our house there is a small bakery, very convenient, especially on Sundays.
The owner -Susan - knows us, is always curious, and every time I go there she starts asking me questions.
“Honey, did you go and get rolls yet?”
“Yes sweetheart. I was there just now. The baker wanted to ask me everything and nothing again.”
“Why? What did she want?”
“She wanted to know whether I am getting the croissant for you.”
“Really! Why is that of her interest??”
”She said you´re still so young.”
“What?” Me? What is her problem…”
“She guessed your age as being in the mid-twenties.”
“It is!”
“Honey, you´re 30!”
“Yes but I look much younger!”
“That may be, but…”
“Do you also think I look like mid-twenties?”
“Well, I, ah… no.”
“And how old do you think I look??”
“You look young, beautiful, and cute.”
“And how old?”
“Well, maybe just a little older…”
“Older than what?”
“No, I mean you look more grown up. Not older.”
“So you mean I look old!”
“No, no, I would guess your age as mid-twenties maybe?”
“But you said that I look older than I am!”
“No, you understood that wrong…, I meant…”
“You are so mean!”
“But I just meant… ok. You look like around 20.”
“Really?”
“In business clothes just a little more experienced, maybe around 25 then? Honey?”
“Hm… The main thing is that I don´t look as old as you do!”
Women…
