Birthday/date
Age calculations and date fuckups.
I have two birthday/birthdate related stories for you today!
I was at the grocery store with my 14-year-old- daughter a couple of weeks ago. She loves to go places, but (like me) has agoraphobia, so once we get somewhere, she is pretty much tied to me. I don’t take her into large stores, just the small local grocery store a few blocks from where we live (nothing but candy in the checkout, and no toys!).
On this particular shopping trip, at the checkout, she asked me “just how is a person’s age calculated?”
I had to turn my head so she wouldn’t see my eyes open wide and my mouth gape.
I was hoping that the cashier hadn’t heard her question. Even though they are used to her odd style of dress, noise-canceling headphones if it’s a cloudy day, and the stuffies, books, barbies, or other dolls that she brings with her and has a death grip on, that was something I wish she would have asked me in the car where it was private. That’s another thing she doesn’t quite understand.
As soon as the cashier finished and we were on the way out to the car I asked her “You don’t know how age is calculated?” I wanted to be sure I actually heard what I thought I heard.
“No.” she stated.
