The Old Lady
I sat in the sun in a park today, throwing Camp a ball for her to fetch in an attempt to tire her out and give her some daily exercise, go fetch required the least amount of effort from my body that is currently stricken with a lingering cold.
I saw a little girl approaching to my left, she was dressed in plastic pink kitten heels and carried a black beaded evening bag, she asked me “is you’re dog friendly?” and before I could reply Camp was giving her a welcoming lick, I smiled and replied “yes, she loves meeting new people”. She patted Camp as she talked about her own dog, she then asked if she could play with Camp for a bit, I said for her to go nuts and laid on the grass soaking up the late afternoon sun. A few minutes passed and I said it was time for Camp and I to go home to start dinner. She turned and looked at me and asked “which school do your kids go to?”
I wanted to say “I’m only 22!” in disgust or “my kids are in college” as a joke, “I don’t have any kids” I told her with a laugh – she seemed amazed by my answer. She strutted over the road towards her home with her evening bag glistening in the sun, her mother asked her where she had been, “the nice old lady let me play with her doggy” she replied.
The old lady.
When did I become a lady?
When did I become old?
When did I start looking like I have given birth multiple times?
Do I look overly motherly?
Are wrinkles appearing already?
Is my hair a motherly shade of brown?
Does Camp look like a dog owned by someone who has borne children?
Twenty two does not maketh an old lady.