So a couple weeks ago, my wife and I stopped at A Cook’s Wares – a wonderful new kitchen/cooking store on the main street of Beaver. While we were there, they were giving out little cups of wine and other free samples. When I asked for a cup of wine, the lady asked me if I was old enough to drink. Needless to say, she made my day.
Flash forward to last weekend, when I had a book signing at the Heinz History Center’s Christmas Book Fair. As I was setting up my books, a lady approached me, looked at my name on my book and said, “You can’t be Valentine Brkich.”
“But I am Valentine Brkich,” I replied.
“Then how is it that you don’t recognize me?” she said with a smile. I panicked. This happens to me all the time. People always remember my name since it’s so distinctive (i.e., strange), but I rarely remember anyone else’s. So, when she told me her name, and I still didn’t know who she was, of course I lied and said that I remembered her.
“Oh yeah!” I said. “So how have you been?”
After a little small talk, she dropped a bomb on me: “Doesn’t your son write books, too?”
Then it hit me. She thought I was my father — MY 65-YEAR-OLD FATHER — who just happens to have the same name as me, and with whom she graduated high school.
Are you kidding me? Do I really look 65-years-old? And this after, just weeks before, being asked if I was old enough to drink! At this rate, in two weeks, I’ll resemble a 110-year-old man!
If you take the average of the two ages I was mistaken for (65 and approximately 20-years-old), it comes out to 42.5, which I’m still NOT okay with.
I guess I’m just going to have to start taking better care of myself. Then again, maybe I’ll just retire.