Scene: U.S. Bank in Albertsons, 3/11/09, around 2 p.m.
Characters: Sarah, Rachael, and a teller named Vladimir.
(as they enter, Rachael and Sarah are discussing)
Rachael: ...are you sure you don't want to write my paper for me? I'll pay you! Please, please, please?
Sarah: No, I'm not going to write it for you. That's ridiculous. Shut up and let me deposit the only money I've seen in weeks.
Vladimir: Is she hitting you up for money again, Mom? (smirk) Don't let her have any. (smirk)
Rachael: Oh no...
Sarah: (with a tear in her eye) I'm not her mom. I'm only 23.
Vladimir: Oh. You. Just. Look. Older. I'm. So. Sorry. (blushing and feeling like a major jackass)
Sarah: Now I know why I can't get a date. No one thinks I'm 23. Everyone thinks I'm in my 30's.
Seriously... this is me:
This is Rachael and me:
This is OUR MOTHER and us:
I'm happy that my mother looks younger than her years. But seriously?! I look old enough to have a 16 year old?! WTF?!
(A message to any guy who may have thought I was nice and fun, but immediately assumed I was in my early-mid 30's: I'm not. I'm 23. You can ask me out. Just think - when I'm in my 50's, I'll look like I'm in my 40's. (Example above))