Yesterday I was walking down the hall in my office building, and I opened a door then held it open for a co-worker who was walking behind me. Our hallway banter:
"Oh Michelle! I didn't realize that was you!"
"Yup it's me."
"I thought you were some first-year or maybe a high school student!"
"Ummmm no."
"I guess you're a little far beyond high school huh?"
"Yes I am."
The moral of the story: Apparently if you're short enough (i.e. 5'3") and don't have too many grey hairs (I think I'm up to a total of 9 now) then you can pass for a high school student, regardless of your real age!
Now all I have to do is stave off my genetic tendency toward the body of a gigantic pear...
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