I suppose I should be flattered, but I had three parents tonight mention how young I looked. I'd like to believe it was because they feel I'm aging gracefully, but somehow, the subtle frown and dubious glance at my badly-knotted tie and mimeographed handout threw them for a loop:

Parent:So you're in charge of this class? You look awfully young.
Me: I know. It's all that clean living. It's a killer.
Parent: No, really, you look like you ought to be crying for your mamma and pissing in your didies.
Me: Listen, pal, what I do on my own time is my own business.