Mother Thystle

Today I got invited to a coworkers 21st birthday party.

Cause I’m like his mom. But at work.

So I asked him, “Johnny, how old do think I am?” and I see the wheels turning frantically in his head as he looks around, terrified, for an escape route.

“um, I know you’re only, like, thirty-two or something, but like you’re so, like MATURE and mom-like, cause you like always have snacks and change and gum and stuff, but like you’re still COOL. I’m like, if I were older, I might, like, but you’re like married and like um, so…….”

Poor kid, I *almost* felt bad for him.