Feeling Old

My very good friend assures me that I'm not old, I'm 'just a baby'. She is 70 something to my 50 something. I don't quite believe her. It seems that feeling of getting old keeps showing up around every corner. I went to lunch with a friend yesterday. When I came out to the parking lot, I headed toward my car, key remote in hand. I walked up to the first white car in a line of 4, clicking the unlock button, only to realize it was not the right white car. I laughed about it. I've tried that before at WalMart. All laughing aside, those incidents add up. And they add to my feeling old. In this transition between my husband's last day of work and his first payout, we are holding our breath. I recently purchased a new cell phone during a sale promotion. There were transfer fees for each phone line that added up to a large amount on top of the monthly bill. It was supposed to be put on my credit card, but in the busyness of the promotion, they put it on my bill instead. When the phone bill arrived, I panicked. I called to straighten it out, only to be transferred back and forth to Customer Care and Financial Care. The third time around, and after several attempts to understand the payment terms they offered, I broke down in tears, crying my troubles to this stupid stranger from Siberia whose accent I couldn't understand. I had asked several times if I could just put the balance owed on my credit card, since that was my original intention and it was, after all, their mistake. The answer was "no". In the end, they allowed me to do just that, "Oh, you want to pay it with your credit card?" I don't know if it was the magic number (20th time I asked) or she finally understood English, but I finally got it resolved. If I wasn't feeling bad enough after that, my husband and I had a misunderstanding of words later that day. We went to the grocery and afterwards he asked if we should look at Staples for an ink cartridge for the printer or get it at WalMart. Staples was right next door to Fry's so we decided to go there. It was something about making only one stop. After several verbal exchanges and misunderstandings, he said, "You don't make any sense." That about sent me over the edge. I was thinking the same thing about him!