Member Rara Avis
Thanks all. I appreciate your good wishes!
Mum - don't worry: I got my hair cut on Saturday night. Of course, being the polite fellow I am, I struck up a conversation with the rather attractive stylist. Just to be polite, of course. During the course of the conversation, she mentioned something to the effect that I probably wouldn't remember a particular TV show, since it was "before my time." Smiling at this young cutie (who couldn't have been more than 24, if that), I asked her how old she figured me to be.
Now, I'm used to seeing the proverbial gears a-churnin' in people's eyes when I ask them that question. They're thinking, "hmm, since he's asking me that way, he must be older than he looks." After a few moments, she nodded with a confident smile, giving me the benefit of the doubt (as oh-so many think they do) and told me she'd determined I was about 19.
I nodded with a smile as if that were the correct answer, paid for my haircut and left without telling her that as of [now yesterday], she was off by 13 years.
So, my guess is that the secret ingredient in Mountain Dew is water from the fabled Fountain of Youth and, since I drink so much of it, I must be going backward in time. From here on out, I'm afraid, I must start subtracting a year for each birthday until such a time as I can once again be able to let people rest confortably knowing my appearance matches my chronology.
all - you are appreciated.