I was at the trendy surfer clothing shop Tilly’s a little earlier today. Mr. W was trying on some hideous plaid shorts in the dressing room, and I was wandering the bikini section alone. I wore no makeup, hair down, fitted red camisole tanktop, low-riding Roxy board shorts, and flip flops. And a teenage girl salesclerk walked up to me and said, “Scuse me, ma’am? Are you finding everything okay?” Ma’am?! Do I look THAT much older than her? It wasn’t even 6 months ago that I was mistaken by some judges at a high school singing competition for one of the competitors. Ptth.