I don't know if I mentioned or not that I'm coaching another softball team this fall. Fall league! Who knew? Well, I kind of knew it existed, we never had it where I came from, but anywho, they asked me if I wanted to coach and I was all "hells yes!" because we all know how much I love me some softball.
Anywho, yesterday was our second practice. I have a younger age group right now than what I usually coach in the summers, which made me a little apprehensive for two reasons. One, being that they are less along in their skill sets than the older girls so I probably need to back up a bit and go over different things than what I am used to having to do, and two, I'm not as sure how to relate to this age group.
So far, they seem like a cool bunch. A couple are outgoing and have obviously been playing softball longer than the others. Some are much quieter, and those are the ones I need to keep my eye on.
But, the point of all of this backstory, is that the following exchange occurred at said practice:
Softball Girl: "How old are you?"
SB: "That's it?"
Oy. "That's it?" THAT'S IT?! How old do I seem!?! No wonder I haven't been getting carded lately! (lately = the one time in recent memory [Wednesday] that I actually went somewhere and consumed alcohol. Lord, I am getting old.)
Now, to be fair, the conversation that followed indicated that the surprise may have come from the fact that her teacher was older than that, and most of the coaches they've had to this point, have been parents, which would place them in an upper age bracket.
I'd like to think that that was the reason, and not because I LOOK OLD.
That conversation was immediately followed by this one:
"Do you have a boyfriend?"
"Are you married?"
"Are you on facebook?"
"So your status would say 'single.'"
Karma? Is - is that you? This is the exact same Inquisition that my sister and I would corner our babysitters with. Minus the facebook part. Since the Internet didn't really quite exist yet.
Lordy. These girls are worse than my relatives.