Being 40

     Ron and I had dinner in a restaurant last night.  The waiter tried his english on us and kept calling me “Lady.”
     “Lady, you lika di wine?”
     “Lady, you wanna more bread?”  (Yes to both, of course.)
     I said to Ron, “I can’t believe he keeps calling me ‘Lady.'”
     Ron said, “I guess you’ll never be ‘Miss’ again, now that you’re 40.”
     He wasn’t even kidding.