A Woman of a Certain Age

In July, up in Austin, I was highly offended when the police record over a minor parking dispute referred to me [the perpetrator in this isolated incident] as a “middle-aged woman.”

By the last week of October, for reasons as yet unknown to me, I’d started referring to myself as a “middle-aged woman.

At which point the person to whom I’d provided the reference said to me:

“What, do you expect to live to 102?”

At first, I was so relieved that he didn’t say “108” that it took me a week to ask myself the following question:

How did I go from outrage to gratitude in 3 months?

Or is it 4?

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