Can you be too young?

Last summer my parents moved into a lovely retirement community.

Along with a moving company, Rob and I helped them move in.

We each had our vehicles full of belongings and parked in the front of the house to unload.

I parked my SUV in the driveway that faced the neighbour’s frontage.

As I unloaded the next of many armloads of artwork, vases, hangers and “small stuff”, the man from next door came over.

He introduced himself and without even taking a breath, or giving me a chance to introduce myself, he continued with, “You almost look too young to live here”.

ALMOST? What the hell?

I know I had my hair pulled back, no make up on and scruffy clothes but did I really look like I was moving into my new home in a senior’s community?

To this day, when I go to visit them, I make a concerted effort to park so that I don’t have to pass their house! He likely figures it is for convenience sake – so it is easier to manoeuvre with my walker!

Lesson learned? Add a large jar of Oil of Olay to my Costco list. Maybe check and see if it comes in a bucket with a trowel!