I’ve been dragging my heels through a million excuses for a very long time about joining the YMCA so I can swim laps year round.
Today, I finally sucked it up; I went in to finish the registration paperwork that I’d started a while ago. I hobbled up to the registration desk and explained that I had half completed membership paperwork on file.
The lady at the desk asked, “Are you part of a family plan?”
“Nope, just me,” I said.
She squinted and paused and said, “uhhm… can I ask your age?”
I told her. After a longer, squintier pause she said, “Oh. Hm. You look *much* younger. I thought you were asking to join the ‘young adult’ program.”
I smiled and said, “No, I just need the regular, middle-aged adult program.”