Getting Older Sucks

Worst. Day. Ever. Yesterday.

I was in the Fred Meyer with my youngest daughter, Isabelle, yesterday doing some shopping.  The checker, who was very nice by the way, asked me if I qualify for the “55 and better discount.”

Through my tear-soaked eyes I gritted my teeth and whispered, “No. No, I do not. I am well under 55.”

Then, the checker who clearly did not sense my pain continued: “Oh, well, I always ask if I’m not sure,” she said.  “But if you colored that beard of yours and took the white out, it would easily take some years off of you.”

Ugh.  The pain!

So I hurried home and immediately shaved off my goatee.  But it was too late, I had already entered a full-on middle age meltdown. It was the official start of my midlife crisis. I’m thinking I need to get Botox, a hair transplant, a sportscar, and possibly start working out.

Okay, the working out part may be a little extreme, but you get the idea.

Am I overreacting?  Leave your comments below or email me: Randy@wow1043.com