Parking Garage Lady...aka my Nemesis

The parking garage lady ruined my day last week...again. It was a Friday, so I was feeling pretty good. One day left in the week, I can do this. I pull into the parking garage and we go about our regular business of completing the transaction. She usually tries to spark up some conversation, probably because she can see in my eyes that I don't want to have to talk to her. She says, "It's Friday. Have a good weekend." I'm thinking, "Ok I hate the parking garage lady, but that was nice of her." Not more than a split second later she says, "You're getting older every day." What the hell kind of a thing is that to say to someone? Have I abused my body that much where you can actually see a difference from day to day? Damn, that sucks if that's the case. Next week I'll be walking up the hill with a cane while mumbling about young whippersnappers and trying to remember what I ate yesterday. Thanks parking garage lady. You're a real doll.