senior olympics

Today a guy at work asked me to guess his age. This was in the context of a broader conversation about his plans to participate in the Senior Olympics. This included a discussion of whether four minutes was a credible time for the winners of the 81-year-old walking 400 meters.

But when he asked me to guess his age, I refused, then guessed 37. I refuse to respond to this question, and similar questions like:

What do you think I weigh?

Do you think I'm fat?

Do you like my new haircut/clothes/nipple ring?

My general propensity to answer honestly to questions like these has been problematic at times. So I demure, or respond outlandishly. Turns out this guy is 62, and is apparently in terrific shape. Whatever.

Obviously my last days at work in New Orleans are fascinating.