I was asked this weekend if i was 18 – as in, are you old enough to walk that dog (we were at the shelter)? I didn’t laugh (at the guy, at the moment)! I did kind of stare and blink. Which i think he may have interpreted as “deer in the headlights” rather than “i haven’t been asked that in six years” – he looked like he didn’t believe me.
Also, i went to McDonalds on my way to work. I know, good lord, what kind of hippie food-nerd… They now stock meatless mcmuffins in the “things we pre-make to sit under heat lamps” section. It’s like progress, except somehow lacking.