My 22 year old son is a little peeved this morning.
He works night shift at a local business and most mornings I pick him up to give him a driving lesson. Occasionally, as I did this morning, I go into the store and buy supplies, especially since he can get me a ten percent discount. I don't think he'll be too quick to offer that to me any more.
You see while I was there, one of his co-workers asked him if I was his girlfriend.
Me. His Mom!
What's worse? Apparently, it's not the first time it's happened.
So he asked them how old they thought he was. Here's where I can see why he got a little cheesed off.
"Between thirty-two and thirty-seven!" two of them replied.
So while I'm feeling pretty darned smug this morning that I might still be able to pass for someone fifteen years younger than I am, he ... well, as I said, he's slightly grossed out. And more than a little disgruntled.