29 going on 72

I turn 30 in 5 months. And I thought I had been handling it pretty well. I've been carded* a few times lately, and that was pretty cool.

Then yesterday happened. And now it's confirmed. I am old.

At the Origins counter at Macy's I was greeted in the following way:

Saleswoman 1: Hello! How are you today!

Me: Good, and you?

Saleswoman 1: Great! We just got in some new eye cream you'd probably be interested in trying.

Me: (Looking around to see if she was talking to me. Indeed she was.) Um, no actually I would like to buy more of your exfoliator. I just ran out and the weather is so dry my skin is peeling like crazy. Oh, and a heavy duty moisturizer too. Need to fight this winter skin.

Saleswoman 1: Of course. Do you know which moisturizer you'd like?

Me: No, what would you recommend. (Mistake)

Saleswoman 1: How about this one.

Reading the label it is AGE ERASING CREAM... REDUCE LINES AND WRINKLES... BEST FOR AGE FIGHTING PROTECTION.

Me: OK. I'm ready to check out (and go home and cry) now. I guess I need to get my skin back in shape.

Saleswoman 2: You have beautiful skin!


Thank you Saleswoman 2. May God bless you with many years of health and happiness.

I am still trying to recover from this encounter. I am not sure I can.


*Sean asked about me being carded, "Did you have the baby with you?" Yes, I did, don't worry I wasn't in a bar, but the grocery store buying wine. Surprise. I'm pretty sure I was carded because I wasn't wearing any make-up, was in sweats, and had my hair in a pony tail. The checker was probably looking around for the MTV camera, assuming someone who looked so pathetic with a small child was being filmed for Teen Mom.