Before heading to California for vacation, my co-worker Alice and I were chatting about which parts of Cali I was going to visit. I told her that I was going to San Diego because it had been 30 years since I last went. She stopped, stared at me, and said, "You mean 20?" I said, "No, no, 30 years." She said, "Wait, how old are you?" After recovering from me telling her that I was 35, she said, "Good god, you look amazing."
On our last day in San Diego, we were talking to a lady who had just arrived in San Diego and was asking about restaurants. We got to talking and she asked us why we had decided to come to San Diego. I said, "Well, we came because I wanted to take my father to the zoo. It's been 30 years since we last came." She said, "Wait, how old were you then, like two?" I told her I was five. She said, "Wow. You don't look like your in your 30's."
Those who know me will tell you that I don't take compliments well. Those who really know me will tell you that I don't like them. But, I'll tell you. I'm still smiling from those two. Later.