A realization about age…

Mate and I went to see Insurgent on Friday night with my friend.  This evening, as he was telling Chicken about it, he said, “Yeah– the theater was depressing.  Three old people and a theater full of teenaged girls with a few dates hoping to get lucky.”

Beat. Beat.
Then Chicken faced enlightenment.  
“Oh–was Auntie Wendy with you?”
Mate nodded glumly.  “Yup.”
Well, at least she didn’t jump to the immediate conclusion that we were the old peopleā€¦ that was nice, right?

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