Oblivious

There is a pretty girl who works in the smoothie place outside my building, which I regularly frequent. I always smile at her awkwardly, and finally today I struck up a conversation. Everything went smoothly, up to the point when she mentioned that SHE WAS IN HIGH SCHOOL. This further confirms that I have absolutely no sense of people's ages. Waiters in particular. If someone is waiting on me, they can be 12 and I'll think they're 29.