You’re only as old as you feel…or, er, um, you look!

Class is finished and everyone is filing out of the room. Except Mrs. Berger. She is new and dressed to the nines. Even if nothing matches I can still tell it’s all expensive stuff. A hello fuschia coloured silk top under a very detailed and embroiled vest made from expensive boiled wool-you know the type. She is also wearing expensive ‘blinders’ aka sunglasses. On her way out she stops and pulls on my sleeve and whispers, I am soooo much younger than all of them. How old are they, she continues, I’m much younger than THEM! She nods her head, agreeing with herself and standing just a wee bit taller. The entire time she is talking I just stand there and smile. I tell her that my oldest student is 99 years old which makes her a very young 85. She smiles and saunters out of the room. She’s got it going on (in her own mind at least).