Saturday, September 03, 2005


Slightly disturbing conversation this morning (I'm on the Reference Desk, on this bright sunny Saturday) with a woman who was standing nearby when Jim and Sprout came through to say hi:

She: "Oh, he's cute! Is that your grandson?"

Me (all visions of myself as one of Charlie's Angels suddenly dashed): "Um, nooooo...That's my son."

Now, I AM prematurely salt and pepper grey-haired, but a GRANDMOTHER. Sigh.


Blogger Carmi said...

Folks gotta learn to genericize the first reference:

"Ooh, such a sweet child! Are you related?"

That would leave the conversation more open, without the risk of the requester sticking his/her foot in it.

Alas, human nature dictates such logic shall remain elusive for the majority. Pity.

8:55 pm  
Blogger Eileen said...

That's horrible! I KNOW you don't look that old, Gwenners.

6:50 am  

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