AND being obstinant about it. For many reasons. Being a man, #1. Being "perceivably older", #2. HELLO.
I swear to God and really, I hate saying this, but it's a man-thing. They HAVE TO BE RIGHT even though the truth could so obscure, they wouldn't recognize it if it slapped 'em in the face with a wet fish.
One of the BEAUTIFUL THINGS about being my age is...well, being my age. I DO KNOW more because I'VE BEEN HERE LONGER, number one, and two, I'VE DONE MORE THINGS, particularly in my chosen field/business. GAWD. If I can JUST resist the urge to kill with a wiffle bat (or any weapon for that matter). WOMEN don't do this. ONLY MEN. Ughhhhhhhhh.
The odd thing about making it TO THIS AGE is that I really didn't know what a dumbass (or jackass) I was until...hrm, about three years' ago. But even in the dumbass/jackass years, I would listen/learn and NOT be an obstinant asshole.
So there's a lil lesson to be learned from all this, even though it'll fall on deaf/the wrong ears. The OTHER BEAUTY about being THIS AGE is that I don't LOOK this age; and these guys think "Oh, well, I'm A MANLY-MAN and I'm OLDER, thus I KNOW MORE cuz she's a chick and she's blonde and she's YOUNGER!"
DO NOT. EVER. PLAY ANY. OF THOSE CARDS. WITH ME.
It might take a week, but the deed could be done with a plastic bat, or just my foot, repeatedly kicking/stomping/etc. Oh yes.