Did She Just Call Me Old?

Point one, I said I’d lost my wallet – I can do that without being old. In fact I do it frequently, sometimes better than others. Sometimes I do it so well I consider it completely gone, never to be seen again. Thinking back it was perhaps baby brain that inspired me to lose it the most. Like a mixture of confused brain cells and an armful of baby, toddlers and gear. Often it was just jammed between the yoghurt and bananas in one of the twenty grocery bags. Sometimes I left it on the roof of the car and watched it disappear in a blaze of green, (or red depending on its colour at the time). Now that I am older I feel I lose it less often these days and it’s less noticeable because the police don’t demand to see my licence when they pull me over as all the information they need is on their computer screen.

Point two, I was sure I’d left it at my daughters place – One of my grown up daughters. At least I knew where it was, well sort of, perhaps, maybe. She lives nearly an hour away. A little too far to just nip out and get it. Besides I was functioning, (till now) quite well without it. I could take my other wallet, my talking, walking one. The one who suspects he pays for everything anyway! And I could, just by signing my name, procure money from a real life teller at the real life bank.

Point three – I was trying to obtain a library card for my six year old. It was easier to rob a bank. No id no library card. Actually I needed to produce three pieces of id to get a library card for my child. I always use the kids’ cards as they can’t be fined for overdue books. Misplaced, lost or stolen do attract an office fee to process the replacement book but never for being overdue.

Point four – she thought the two young children with me were my grandkids. Well that’s what she said because of me saying I’d left my wallet at my daughters. She had presumed these were my daughter’s children. Well they do all look the same but that’s because they’re siblings, you know like they all have the same mother and father. I remember when one of the elder teenage girls would take an infant for a bus ride somewhere and come home to mention how some people looked down on them for being such young parents. Funny really that we think young people shouldn’t have babies and that older people women my age shouldn’t either.

No, I don’t think she called me old. I think she simply jumped to the wrong conclusion.

Ps

I don’t really feel young or old but I am delighted to say I am the grandmother of four beautiful grandchildren. :)

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