I got my instructor’s ID card today, to be worn every time I enter the building. I looked at the picture and immediately looked around the big room; obviously, some old woman had left her ID in the machine and I had picked it up instead of my own. That poor thing; I pitied her. Such a face, feh.

But wait, it had my name on it! And my stats!

It’s true, then. I’m old.

Damn.