You know you're getting old when....

....you're in the grocery store and some young teenager stops to ask you where something is.

... the teenager you just helped find some cooking ingredient turns to you and asks what kind of mushroom 'shiitake' is and would it matter if she used something else instead in her recipe.

On the surface - it all sounds harmless enough - but since when did I look like I was responsible enough to know where stuff was in a grocery store? or worse yet, knew how to cook? I was still in 'work attire'. I'm scared to think I reminded her of her mother.

Maybe it's just because I have such a friendly face...