Remember when Coworker A demonstrated her inability to gauge other people’s ages? At the time, she thought I was old enough to have parents in assisted living communities. Um, no, my mom is a few years younger than Coworker A.
Anyway, yesterday she launched into a tale of how it was her 31st wedding anniversary. I congratulated her. Then she asked me if I was 31 years old. How on earth did she get from Point A to Point B? Not to mention that A) it’s kind of rude to ask someone else how old they are, and B) she’s already asked me how old I am. Multiple times!
Miss Noseypants is both nosy and forgetful.
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