One week ago, a student saw me chatting with a teacher in the cafeteria and shouted at me, across the room, “Who’s that old man?!?”
Later that day (at Costco): an older man smiled at me and said: “Hello, young fella!”
The following Friday, some teenage students asked my age. When I answered “63,” one said “Daaaamnnn, I thought you were 50!”
Yesterday, a student asked me my age, and I asked him to guess. His reply: “Your voice sounds like you’re 30. Though your appearance makes me think you’re 39.”
As Kurt Vonnegut (might have) said: Scott Smith has come unstuck in time.