Young Sister
This weekend, I was shopping with my sister in Dallas, TX (I was there for a wedding). We were at NorthPark Center, which is the best mall ever, hands down. While checking out at one store, we ended up with the chatty-ist checkout person.
Checkout Person: You two are sisters, right?
My sister: Yep
Checkout Person: You look just alike.
Us: Yeah
Checkout Person: Who is the older one? I think you are [points at my sister, who is younger]
My sister: Oh, no, actually I’m younger. Why do I look older?
Checkout Person: Well, usually the younger sibling ends up being the tallest one.
I guess that’s technically true in my family, because my brother is tallest. But I feel like he should be tallest–he is a guy after all. At any rate, we’ve never heard that before–that the younger sibling is the taller one–but it could be true. Or the lady could have just been trying to recover from saying my sister looked older than me. Who knows.
In other news, I finished about half of my Christmas shopping while I was there. I feel poor now.
