It Doesn't Get Old
During last night’s shift, we were talking about the construction of the building we were in and one of the operators asked if I remembered them building it.
I knew it was a long time before I started working there but asked when it was built and was told 1997.
I then responded with:
I was still in primary school.
I do enjoy that feeling when folk misjudged my age. The feeling doesn’t get old, just me.