mixed messages

me, at the isotopes game, trying to buy a mighty big beer.

vendor: "can i see your i.d.? (i hand it to her.) you're 38? wow--you look a lot younger." (maybe she was trying to improve her tip.)

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me, at smith's grocery store, yesterday.

unknown, middle-aged woman (to me): "does your daughter work?"

me: "excuse me?" (work? work as what? a model for huggies? a dust mop? a finder of minutiae on the floor?)

her: "does your daughter work (gestures towards sophie)?"

me (still not getting it): "no..."

her: "is it your son's baby?"



mmmm, bochox judges me not.