After work today I took one of the City’s vintage trolley cars (the San Diego) downtown for a quartet of errands. I settled into a seat behind two African-American women of a certain age, both in heavy overcoats, horn-rimmed glasses and faux-fur lined hats.
The first woman said, “…and I told the man I was forty years old.”
“What?! No way you’re forty!”
“Yes, I am.”
“How old are you?”
“I am forty years old.”
“How old are you?!”
“I say forty.”
“How. Old. Are you??”
“I’m forty—-plus shipping and handling.”
If anyone has heard better than that, please share what you have overheard, because I thought that had to be the absolute best euphemism for aging ever, but would love to hear better.
Vonn Scott Bair