I don't really think much about my age until I find myself in certain situations where I just can't help it.
Case in point: My visit to Target this morning.
I was wandering the aisles trying to find the cough drops where I ended up spotting a nicely dressed young man who I would guess to be of college age. First, I was surprised to see a cute college boy in the pharmaceuticals/make-up area of Target and then to see a nicely dressed one was even more surprising.
I then realized that I had turned into the Protection and Planning aisle.
And he was looking at Protection.
I was mortified and quickly turned around to find my Ricola cough drops. I felt about 900 years old.
I later saw him pushing a big ol' cart with one small box in it. I just smiled to myself. Props to him for being responsible and maybe kudos are in order to thinking he needed a big cart for one small (yet meaningful) purchase.