"Thank you, Ma'am.” The young clerk said with a smile. “Have a nice day."
When did I become a 'Ma'am'? Angie thought nodding to the clerk as she stubbornly carried her own groceries out to her car. She fumbled with the key, pushing the button and cursing under her breath when it took several tries before the trunk lid rose up. She dumped the groceries onto the floor and slammed down the lid.
"I'm not old." She reminded herself taking a quick look in the rearview mirror. With a defiant nod she turned her attention to driving. As she pulled into the driveway she felt better. Good enough even to smile and hum along with the radio. When the song ended she climbed out of the car only pausing for a moment as her knee creaked and popped. Brushing the moment from her mind she pushed the smile back into place and resumed humming. As she neared the front door the plants lining the steps caught her eye. At first she couldn't figure out what was odd about them. She set the bags down and took her sunglasses off checking them for smudges. As she was cleaning them on her shirt, she looked at the green plants leaning in closer and staring for several minutes before straightening up again.
"Seriously? Now I need glasses?" With a pout, Angie trudged up the steps. "It sucks getting old."
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