You're really tall. Do you think there's a retirement villa large enough to accommodate you?

I used to get, "Hey. You're really tall. Do you play basketball?"

I remember the day it switched to, "Hey. You're really tall. Did you play basketball?" I felt old. Really old. Looking back, I suppose the alternate language could have been due to (1) looking too old to play basketball; or (2) looking too out-of-shape to play basketball. Both would have been fair assumptions.

Today, I got, "Hey. You're really tall. Do you have kids?"

"....."

It's happened. I understand that I'm old enough to have kids. That's fine. But now, I apparently look like a MOM. I'm on my way right now to buy MOM jeans and a sweatshirt with some embroidery on it.

Aside from apparently looking like Mrs. Unfortunate Lawyer, Mother of Four, I now also have to suspect that my gas station attendant (who asked me this question) wants to breed with me. He's short; I'm tall. Short + Tall = Normal Kids.

Thanks, but no thanks.

As a side note, I'm heading to California today to visit Sister. My parents are flying out there, too. It's a family trip. This means that you can expect my next post to be titled: Ways My Mom Made Me Cry This Weekend. Stay tuned.