I AM NOT OLD!!! I'm not, I'm not, I'm not....

Last night I went to dinner with my son, daughter-in-law and their little family. The waitress came up and said, "Ok, we'll start here, what will you have, Grandma?" I wanted simultaneously to cry and slug her!

Then today I brought in the mail. First thing I see is an envelope from The Scooter Store, addressed to me. "Take this test and then take the next step to regaining your independence."

Ok, I know I'm not young. But seriously? Don't they know I finished the Goldilocks 15 mile ride?