In my early 20s, I used to hate when people thought I was younger than I was. No joke, airport security once said I could keep my shoes on since I was a kid. They literally thought I was a child, and I was probably 21 at the time. My height and lack of makeup probably contributed, but I wasn’t going to correct the assumption if it meant I didn’t have to shuffle on the airport tile in my socks waiting for my shoes on the other side of the conveyor.

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