Yesterday I was using the ball machine at my tennis club, and one of the ladies that had been playing doubles on the court next to me came over to chat when I was finished. She was probably about 70, and I had heard them talking about playing against people that bring their little wheeled oxygen tanks onto the court. Anyway, she said, "You hit really well," and I thought, yes, not having to worry about where my oxygen tank is at does allow for more athletic tennis, but I just said "Thanks." Then she said, "Are you trying out for the high school team?"
I just said, "Ah, no" and hoped that was the end of the conversation. But then she said her doubles partner had suggested they should get me to play on their team, but she had said I looked pretty young. I told her I was 27, which is admittedly a little young for the oxygen-assisted league, but perhaps a little too old for JV. She said, "I have clothes older than you!" and with that, we parted ways. From her perspective, I must look like one of these little kids.
Everyone tells me (probably both of us...) that one day we'll be glad that we look so young for our age...
ReplyDeleteYour story, by the way, is awesome... just like usual.