Father figure
Dec. 7th, 2013 02:55 pmLast couple days were sprinkled with accomplishments, last night I began making use of the pile of parts and gadgets accumulated for work in my Mayhem Lab, installing some of this stuff required hole saws, climbing over and under tables and general nimbleness I've not had in ages, and waking up this morning was not too fraught with soreness. We moved around the various equipment in the garage and I got the snowblower ready and handy for any incoming bad weather. I mothballed the MINI for the winter on the carport, after filling the tank and taking it for a spin around the town. No problems with working the clutch and other pedals, that's a good thing. The truck was empty of fuel, it got the same fuel-up and trip around to warm it up and make it happy. After all that, Jeff and I went out to get groceries. With bad weather looming, the store was rather busy. As we were checking out, Jeff was making small talk with the cashier I wasn't paying attention to. I asked what all the hubbub was about, he said she had mistaken me for his freakin' father. She blushed when he told her I'm her partner of 13 years and we're the same age. She produced a rainbow hued bracelet and asked him if we were partners in that respect, so to speak, and he said yes. She then said something to the effect of. "Well, hello! Nice to meet you!" So there's a lesbian cashier at the Giant in Burtonsville, MD.
Jeff would not stop laughing all the way home over her "mistake." We've endured countless mistaken identities as brothers. This time, I'm not sure I should laugh or cry. I knew the last round of injuries and pain took a very visible toll on me, but I had no idea I look 75 years old.
Ah, well.
Jeff would not stop laughing all the way home over her "mistake." We've endured countless mistaken identities as brothers. This time, I'm not sure I should laugh or cry. I knew the last round of injuries and pain took a very visible toll on me, but I had no idea I look 75 years old.
Ah, well.
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Date: 2013-12-07 08:58 pm (UTC)When I lost 40 lbs after the pneumonia last year, I was feeling good about the weight loss. Instead, everyone told me how bad I looked. That feeling good didn't last long. :)
Hope you continue to heal and get well quickly and completely!
HUGS!
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Date: 2013-12-07 09:25 pm (UTC)Once time, a former co-worker mistakened me for being in my early 30's when I was, in fact, in my early 40's. That was nearly a decade ago now.
Anyway, glad things continue to improve, just remember not to over do it until you are fully healed up and all that.
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Date: 2013-12-07 10:13 pm (UTC)So, is this the nickname we should start using? There are worse things :-)
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Date: 2013-12-08 12:20 am (UTC)http://dan4behr.livejournal.com/2008/06/25/
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Date: 2013-12-08 02:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-08 02:46 am (UTC)People almost always thought George was my father. He was 30 years older than I. We never corrected them. George knew how I wished he'd really been my father. He was like a father to me in all the ways that really counted.
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Date: 2013-12-08 11:04 am (UTC)Keep in mind these things are relative; a clipping I've got filed away somewhere is of a hawt bearded logger... who's described as being a "38 year old grandfather" - so who knows how old she thought you two were. ;) Also - as I recall, you're using a walking stick; that can affect people's perception of your age even if they don't realize that's why.
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Date: 2013-12-09 06:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-12-10 03:38 am (UTC)Father? Aiyiyiyi. Don't let it get to ya. She may have been a Lesbian with poor eyesight.
The brother thing happens all the time with my group of friends. In a restaurant last year, a table of 8 heteropeople came over to us, asking if we were brothers, when we said no and they realized we were all gay, it was like we were the first gay men that they'd ever seen. That was shortly followed by the waiter, who asked us the same thing. So bizarre.