That's what I used to tell my daughter when she was approaching adolescence. Unfortunately, it was something I discovered about myself and most of my friends in our own adolescence.
The other day, a cute young girl at Publix bagged my groceries for me. As I finished paying the cashier, the girl asked if I needed any help taking the bags to my car. It pained me to think I looked so old and frail that she thought I couldn't handle three small bags weighing no more than a few pounds.
At the same time, I was conflicted by the younger "dog" in me saying "why not? She is kinda cute."
Shame on me.
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