So this weekend I was mistaken for a high school student not once, but twice.
Time #1: I went to the high school play and the ticket lady asked me if I was a student...a CHS student.
Time #2: While waiting in line at the grocery store, I forgot something and asked the lady behind me, who looked like a track coach, all decked out in CHS colors, jogging wear, and had the track legs...they type that you can't not notice (for example, see Dr. Adams). She said "Only if you sprint," so I ran off. She then proceeded to tell me I should try out for the track team...and I proceeded to buy a bottle of wine.
So basically...since I don't have a kid I guess I'm a high school student. Classy.
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