Tonight I reached a new low.
I’d played basketball at the ol’ gym, and afterword ran into a guy lifting weights. He’s a kid who usually plays, but sat out because of knee pain. “How old are you?” I asked.
“I’m 23,” he said.
“Wait til you get to be my age,” I cracked.
“How old are you.”
“I’m 43.”
“Wow,” he said. “You look good.”
I’ve officially reached the point where I’m old enough to look good for being old.
