Apparently I am THAT old . . . my hair is THAT gray . . . I am THAT dowdy . . . you fill in the blank. I am THAT ____________.

It is happening more and more often, you see.

Yesterday while I was at courthouse waiting for the courtroom to open for some proceedings I needed to observe (part of my job), a young(er than I am young) man walked past me and greeted me with “how are you today, Ma’am?”

Oh nooooooooooooooo –

Oh yes – I am THAT old that people now call me “Ma’am.”

And, I’m okay with that.

I think.

Maybe.

sigh