I'm Old

I had to get a haircut today and as I was waiting I was reminded of a funny thing that happened when I got my hair cut in the summer.

As you may or may not know, I am engaged to an amazing woman. Another thing you may or may not know is that there is a pretty big age difference between Sam and I. Its big enough that guys on my hockey team routinely give me high 5's like I'm some kind of a "playa". It may look that way on paper, but if you see Sam and I together, the difference isn't that noticeable. She's very mature, and I am, well how do I put this nicely, am nowhere near being mature. Its like I'm stuck in my early 20's. Sam also looks a bit older than she is and I look a bit younger than I am, so we kind of "Benjamin Button" it and kind of meet in the middle.

Anyway, one day in the summer, I'm waiting with Sam at the local "salon" (aka First Choice). I'm talking to the lady cutting my hair looks over at Sam and asks, loud enough for everybody in the place to hear, if Sam was "my daughter". Now I don't get embarrassed too easily, but for some reason that did it. Sam was beaming from ear to ear because she was starting to feel like she was looking real old. Who would have thought a trip to First Choice could fix that up? How often does somebody walk into First Choice and feel better about themselves when they leave? Not often.

But I will say this, the haircut must have done some good because that weekend at the Jays game I got asked for I'd by a beer vendor. Either they thought I looked like I was under 30 or they were seeing if I qualified for the seniors discount.

I hate haircuts.