I refuse

Several times in the last few days I've been told I'm old. When telling my aunt I have leg pain she said immediately "sciatica", the putzman said "arthritis" and the worst thing was when the "fire-man" asked if CG was my son. Fuck him. But I can see why. CG brought the coffee cups to the kitchen (although we were customers and didn't have to) and I remarked that he was well trained. He (CG i.e.) also wore torn jeans, sandals and an un-ironed t-shirt and had that "I'm-lost-without-instructions-look". Perhaps I should be proud? Mind you, the "fire-man" doesn't know CG and his habits...