The summer of 2000 showed me that either I was getting old, or that I worked with a bunch of crackhead college kids. I'm going to go with the latter...and keep in mind, this was in suburban Washington, DC.
The company I worked for at the time marketed products to college kids...and during the summer (our busy season), we had quite a few college kids working with us.
One day, one of the girls that worked for us was inviting some coworkers to a party at her apartment later that night. It wasn't something I would have went to anyway, but I made a half-joking, half-smartassed remark, "Damn, don't I get an invite?" Her reply was, "No offense, Terry, but you're
old"...and she sounded so serious when she said it.
At the time this incident occurred, I was 24, and had only been out of college for a year and a half.
It's all good though...I probably make more than any of them at this point anyway...stupid motherfuckers.