I was sitting in the salon, by far the youngest person in the building. I could have been everybody's granddaughter. Staring at my reflection through a veil of wet hair, I unintentionally overhear a conversation in the chair next to mine.

Hair Dresser: (brightly) "So, how are you this morning?"
Customer: "Oh, I'm doing alright. (suddenly animated) The stripes on the road are so bright this morning! It's unbelievable!"
Hair Dresser: (heartily agreeing) "I know it. The sun makes them so clear and bright!"
Customer: "I swear, I could even see my wrinkles better. And I'm sure my hair is whiter than it was!"
Hair Dresser: (sympathetically) "Well I think it looks fine..."
Customer: (sighing) "It's just not what it used to be, you know. I think I need a perm every six weeks now!"

Oh goodness. Sometimes I really don't want to get old.