Today I was working at my crappy library job (from now on referred to as CLJ), and the other librarian working in reference with me started telling me a story.
R. just moved to the area recently from Hawaii and was proceeding to tell me how rude she thought people were around here. (This, BTW, does not include the rude members of the reference staff at this particular CLJ, which poor thing has also been shocked to discover after only working here a month.)
Of course, typical true Floridian that I am, I tried to blame most of the bad behavior on Yankees who are transplants down here and don't know any better. Everything is better up in New York or Wherever, etc. etc. And they enjoy telling us poor, stupid Floridians this at any possible occasion.
So, R. continues to illustrate her point and begins with, "This lady, she was, you know, middle aged, around 40..."
I stopped her, "40! Middle aged!?"
"Yes," R. replied.
Then I went onto explain to this not even 30-something child that 40 is not middle age. That middle age doesn't even start until...er...50....er...no...55...yes...at least 55 before it even starts!
She looks at me like "oh, crap, she's just as crazy as my insane supervisor!" and then I explain to her that I'm 43. She tells me she thought I was in my 30s, apologizes, and continues.
But, I'm still a little rattled. I mean, really. People live into their 100s today, so no way is 40 middle age!