You don’t look your age!
As I draw near to my gate, tongue near hanging out like a dog’s from the heat, a woman stops me to kindly ask if I would take part in a survey. Leaning on the gate, I assent and proceed to give her my age. She is astonished and told me that she was pulling out the questionnaire that relates to those in the 35-44 age group! Okay, I tell her with a smile. She made me feel pretty.