“At 20 years of age the will reigns; at 30 the wit; at 40 the judgment.” - Benjamin Franklin
On the way home from the grocery store a little bit ago, we stopped off at the gas station to grab a soda. In front of me stood a very attractive 40-something UPS guy.
His hair was graying. His skin was tan. His calves and arms rock solid.
I stood behind him, contemplating the line I would give him, if I had big enough gahones.
If I were in my 20's I could say anything and be excused by my age. If I were in my 40's, the magic number (in my mind) for self-confidence and awareness, I could say anything and feel completely confident in what I said. If I were in my 50's, I could say anything and menopause would be blamed for anything off the cuff...
But I am in my 30's, not as silly as I was in my 20's, not as self-assured as I image I will be in my 40's and years away from the age of the crone.
Mr. UPS paid for his purchase and went to walk out the door.
My tongue, which typically would have been tied and prevented me from potentially embarrassing myself, allowed words to form and to actually be spoken...
"Excuse me."
He turned and looked at me with the most amazing pair of eyes.
"What I am about to say may sound a little off the wall, for that I apologize, but I am going to say it anyway. Some women like a man in a police uniform, for some women it's firemen. But I have to say that I think that UPS has it hands down."
Am I blushing? If I wasn't he sure was. His cheeks flooded with color and he smiled.
"Thank you ma'am" said from within a grin that spanned ear to ear.
I smiled back.
He spun on his heel and walked out. I moved to take my turn at the counter and was greeted by the amused gaze of the girl behind it.
I paid for my purchases, so tickled with myself and wondering if I had made his day, because he had certainly helped to make mine.
So I may not be silly or self-assured, but I am in my 30's and realize that sometimes some things are simply just too good (and fun) not to be said.
