Kaelibae

I wasn't driving. I was walking. He drives up, rolls down the window, and says something I don't quite hear. I say hello. He repeats it.  "How old are you?" I'm in shock. I ask, "How OLD am I?" "Yes." "I'm 29!!" (I'm sure I sounded incredulous.) He stares. I say, "I have my license if you want to see it." He wants to see it so I give it to him. He looks and hands it back. He thought I was a highschool truant. The moral of the story is that I should stop wearing clothing a teenager might wear because as I continue to get older and not to age it will become more and more unbelievable that I am as old as I say I am and I don't look forwar