At the bus stop the other day, one of Nate’s friends was trying to razz me. She’s been doing it for a while now calling me “crusty” and “dusty.”

I did the mature thing and called her “crusty” and “dusty” as well. I mean, when in Rome…

Then she called me, in her most disdainfully sarcastic voice, “You fifty year old!”

I’m not 50! And I told her so. Then my son ratted me out and said I was 49. So she repeated her claim and then went on to say she’d rather be dusty and crusty than almost 50.

Kids are so mean!!


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Kevin Spencer

As an actual 50 year old I feel attacked by that kid.



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