Perspective

It was the weekend, and Becca was driving home from the gym. She was still wearing workout clothes, no makeup, hair in a ponytail.

A police officer pulled her over, asked for her driver's license. He looked at the license and asked if it was hers, quizzed her on her age and home address.


She's annoyed that the officer thought she was too young to drive, "I'm almost 23!"

If someone thought I looked 5 years younger than I really am, I'd be flattered.


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