The Brick excellently countered. “When you ask any of the women in your life for their professional opinion whether you pass or not, every time, every time, they look at you as if you are crazy and tell you, “Of course you do!”
Not to be outdone, I resorted to emotionally juvenile logic with a slightly petulant tone. “They were just being polite!”
The Brick silently waited for my tantrum to pass and finally said: “You are not a 19-year-old fashion model. You are a 68-year-old woman and just like any woman your age, you have a belly and a few wrinkles. So what?”