While in Pittsburgh, my husband and I had dinner at a sports pub connected to our hotel. The bar was fairly empty, except for a group of about 20 people, mostly congregated around a large table. A steady flow of one or two of them at a time passed us on their way to the bar.
“Wonder what’s going on?,” I commend to Mister Rain.
“It’s all older people,” he informed me. “I think it’s a class reunion.”
Shortly after, a woman approached us. “Are you with such-and-such high school class of ’60?,” she asked.
“No, we’re not,” I replied. It happens two more times after that, and then once more when a different woman approaches us, instructing us to get in the group photo the classmates are taking.
“Do we honestly look their age?,” I somewhat frantically asked my husband. Yes, he has gray hair, but that is where the possibility starts AND ends.
Back in our hotel room that same evening, I slathered moisturizer on my face. There are classes of mistaken identity, but this was a class of mistaken date of birth!
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