A whole slew of my girlfriends are having birthdays this week, their ages ranging from 29 to 51. They're all handling their advancement in age gracefully, which I admire. And then, whilst waiting for my coffee at Kaladi Bros., I was treated to the view from the other side of the age spectrum. Behold this conversation between two young hipsters about the hiring situation at the coffee shop:
High school age customer: So you guys aren't hiring anymore? Did a lot of people apply for the job?
High school age barista: Yeah, a bunch of high school kids applied, and a 40-year-old lady.
High school age customer: Whoa. If she worked here and I walked in, I'd be like, whoa. That's weird. That's just weird.
High school age barista: Yeah. I mean, are there like no other jobs for her age?
High school age customer: And how was she...uh, physically? I mean, did she like know you're on your feet all day?
High school age barista: Yeah, I dunno. She seemed, like, a little shaky.
Really? I mean, really? I guess when I was in high school, 40 DID seem old, but I don't think I ever thought of 40 year olds as semi-senile seniors tottering shakily around. Then again, who knows how accurately I'm remembering anything in the dotage of my late 20s.
Oh well, I'd take 40 over 16 any day. Orthopedic shoes and all.
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OK, so I don't think I even want to go anywhere near there...figuratively or literally...
Frankly, this afternoon I'm feeling like 57 is the new 71.
(Sofia's Grampa)
I'm with you Joanna! I just realized recently that I have friends who will be turning 40 soon...and I remember when my mom turned 40...and now I'm like "hmmm. 40 isn't really that old at all!" funny how perspectives change.
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