Kid, as I’m dropping him and the rest of the class off in the cafeteria: “Miss Emily, it smells like rotting meat in here. And you are 33 years old.”
(Continuation of Tread Lightly )
Guy (after I told him I’m 33): “Who cares? Age is just a number!”
Me: “I agree. Thank you for saying that.”
Guy: “Yeah, trust me. I’m studying to be a doctor. I see people die at ALL ages.”
Stop talking forever.
Kid: “How old are you? You look late 20s.”
Me: “You’re my new favorite person!”
Kid: “How bout Miss [coteacher]? She looks younger than you.”
I hate you.