Today my job was to evaluate a Medicare plan sales presentation. I won't be eligible myself until 2024.
When I asked Hubby Tony if he thought I looked old enough to blend in he said he didn't think so. (Smart man!) I haven't tried to look older than my age since the late 1970s, when the goal was to get into clubs, so I needed some advice. A Google search for 'trying to look older' yielded millions of results. I went four pages back and all but one of them targeted people in their teens and 20s. Not exactly the demographic I was looking for. Finally, in a post about fashion habits that make you look older, I learned that wearing ill-fitting clothes was one of the worst things you could do.
This morning I dressed in a pair of baggy baggy elastic waist pants that have seen better days, a loose-fitting red polo shirt and comfort shoes. It was chilly when I left the house, so I grabbed a light jacket (which just happened to be purple) and I decided with that color combination it would be OK if someone thought I was going to a Red Hat affair.
I worried all the way to the event that someone would 'out' me for being too young. However, I had nothing to worry about. As a matter of fact, the man sitting next to me wanted to ask me questions about the plan I currently had, so I fooled at least one person.
Five years ago today: The Long Climb