Here's a little history, to preface it all:
1) I'm an insurance agent.
2) I work for an independent broker, which means we represent many different companies.
3) There's a buttload of stuff to know about each company we carry.
While I was at work today, I found out that we're going to start writing with a new company. Our agency owner scheduled a time for the new company's rep to come in and chat with us about their company and their products and yada, yada, yada.
So, while the rep was in our office, he recommended that he have a one-on-one teaching session with both my co-worker and I, to show us how "user friendly" their website is. He asked if he could use my computer to demonstrate, and I obliged. When he sat down at my desk, he saw my desktop background photo of my best friend, Lisa, and I.
Here's the picture he saw. Adorable, right? BFFs 4 lyfe.
He commented on the photo to me by saying, "Aww, are those your daughters?"
PAUSE.
"What the what?!?!" That was my inner dialogue.
I responded with an awkward, "Um, no. That's actually my best friend and I."
Any other person, at this point, would probably realize that they've really made a dunce of themself and abort the conversation.
I was surprised to hear him carry on with, "Oh, I see. Well, you've aged very well."
My response? "I'm only 24."
I wanted to add, "And that picture was only taken 6 months ago", but I'm not one to play the shame card.
So, apparently, I look a lot older than I already am. And I can now say that I've officially been confused for my own unborn daughter.
I felt like someone scripted that moment, and I was being filmed for some new NBC comedy series. Alas, it is real, true life.
In other news, you should watch this treat:
Desi's "Elf Yourself", 2010
Merry Christmas from Desi, Oprah, Bob Saget, Dolly Parton, and Stephen Hawking.
"And I can now say that I've officially been confused for my own unborn daughter"
ReplyDeletebest line i've read in a while.
I liked this, Desi. I read it out loud to Kevin and we both lawled.
ReplyDeleteReminded me of a time when I was 15 and at Target with a friend of the same age. As we were at the check out, some young men come over to us and were trying to chat with us and get our phone numbers. Ick. I ignored them but my fried was trying to be polite. They said something along the lines of "What are you up to?" My friend replied shyly, "We are here with my mom." The boys looked at me, then said with eyes wide and jaw dropped, "She's your mom?!" Ugh... not impressed.
Also, I do not like being called "ma'am" - which happens quite often. :)