old

I'm feeling pretty good.

My face has mostly cleared up.  With makeup, the redness is unnoticeable.

My scary-looking hair is now tamed — straight (too much so) but shining.

Work today is not good. There are few customers to sell to. And with so much being 70% off, even sales of multiple items amount to little.

I take a Via home. A young 20-something is driving. 

"Is that Bruno Mars we're listening to?" I ask.

"Yup. Do you like him?"

"Very much."

"What other artists do you like from today?"

Why did he add from today?  

Maybe he's surprised that I like (and even know) a musician who is popular today. Then again, maybe I'm being overly sensitive.

I tell him I like Lady Gaga and Ed Sheeran.

"What about from when you were in your 20's?"

I can't think of anyone, so he starts suggesting people.

"What about Frank Sinatra? Or Elvis?''

Really?!! Frank Sinatra was popular before I was even born, and Elvis was becoming known when I was a toddler.

"Well, if I liked Frank Sinatra in my 20's, and Frank Sinatra was popular in the 40's, that'd mean I'd be close to 100. Do I look that old to you?"

I was really afraid that he might say yes. 

"No, I just didn't really know when Frank Sinatra was popular," he responds.

Regardless, I leave the Via feeling old, and go to Agata to pick up dinner.

I'm checking out, and my Jimmy Choo sneakers are almost falling out of my tote.

The cashier next to mine is young with bright kelly green hair in a long braid. She sees my shoes and says, "Your sneakers are fly."

I am not sure if I heard her correctly so I ask my cashier what she said.

"She said your sneakers were fly."

And then adds, "That means she likes them."