Yesterday I stood in line at the pharmacy behind a tall old gentleman who reminded me of my father-in-law. The receptionist asked this gentleman for his birthdate and it turns out he was 6 months younger than me. It's not that he looked any worse or better, but there are inconsistencies between how we see ourselves and our actual age. I remember the first time in recent history a young, good looking woman ran ahead to hold a door open for me. I am pretty sure it wasn't to check me over for potential date material!
