What's my age again?
Whoa. I’m getting old. Well, not really. This how I know.A couple minutes ago, I just forgot how old I was. I knew I was either 22 or 23. But, I didn’t remember which. I had to calculate it out right quick to figure it out. (I’m 23, btw)
To be fair, I’m still in the transitional period right after a birthday where one has to get accustomed to saying the new number when asked, “How old are you?” But usually, you say the old number, in this case, 22, but then very rapidly remember the right answer, in this case, 23, and rapidly retract your previous answer.
However, this time, I just zonked out. I didn’t know and had to math it out. It was weird.
And then I realized it didn't matter anyway. After 21, you can do everything. No more restrictions due to age. Except car rental. But, even then, thats only at some places. Car rental dosen't matter anyways.
I’m sure you guys care.
posted by Sunder @ 2:13 PM
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