Yesterday I completely blew my lab partner's mind. Not because of my metal prowess (or lack there of, I messed up the same test tube twice in 2 minutes) or razor sharp wit. Nope, none of that phased him.
But we were talking during lab and he asked how old I was. Since I wasn't in the mood to play the guess-how-old-I-am-game, I just told him: 27.
And that completely blew his mind. Seriously, he repeated "27!" in disbelief about a 1008 times.
I eventually asked him, "you ok? Did I just rock your world over there?"
"Yeah, kinda"
And then the next hour of lab was "what's it like to be 27?" question hour. I told him I was supposed to be a grown up but I had no intention of doing so any time soon. And obviously I was old enough to buy beer (not that I buy beer that often, but I also play "I order you pay" a lot). And no, I wouldn't. And I know that officially puts me in the uncool zone, but what the hell do I care? I'm old.
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Wait 'til you're 28.
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