Maybe Next Year They'll Think I'm Seventeen....

I don't know if you folks remember my blog post about me looking much younger than I am. Well, I thought I'd share a little update.

Yesterday, myself and three co-workers went over to a newly acquired building that our church purchased and is renovating. This would be considered a construction zone. (And you better believe that yes, I do have a pink construction hat, and yes, I will be bedazzling it when I have down time.) Anyway, we went over there to check out the latest and greatest of the construction.

I happened to be wearing my snuggie. Before you freak out, we randomly decided to go straight there and I didn't have a way to take off my snuggie so it just went with me. And I was cold. So duh, I had it on. So, there we are, walking through the building, rather sneakily, without our construction hats, since we didn't have time to grab them. We checked everything out, and then started to walk back to our building.

Now, apparently construction zone safety is like a big deal. Who knew? As we were walking toward the exit we got busted by one of the head construction guys who was all giving us the third degree, and let me tell you, he gave me a look. A judgy look. A why-are-you-in-my-building-with-a-snuggie-on look. Of course, I did not appreciate that, so we left and that was that...

Until our operations manager came over to let me know we were in trouble because we wore open-toed shoes over there. First of all, I'm like how did he know it was us? He wasn't there, and second of all, hello, people, it's May and it's Oklahoma. Who doesn't wear open-toed shoes?

So I go into my boss's office, where he and our operations manager are discussing our recent rebellion, and they proceed to explain how they knew it was us. The conversation between Mr. Judgmental Construction Dude and our operation's manager went something like this (I'm ad libbing):

Safety Patrol Man: "Some of your people came over here and they were wearing open toed shoes and did not have on construction hats. This is a problem."

Op Manager: "Do you know who it was?"

Bob the Builder: "There were three men and they brought a youth with them. It was a girl that looked to be about sixteen years old."

Op Manager: (laughing) "I know who you're talking about, and she's actually 25 years old."

Awesome. Tim the Tool Man thought I was SIXTEEN. At least he thought I could drive.

You better believe that since then everyone has been giving me a hard time. The conversation ended with me being asked, "Are you excited about the upcoming Jonas Brother's Concert?"

Really? Wow.

~Kathryn