Rafa Nadal at the French Open, the Undertaker at a Wrestlemania, Homer Simpson against every doughnut in the world....none are as unstoppable as me in one of those "guess your age" games at a carnival. I have a perfect record. Some might say, it's beyond perfection --- it's one thing to just win the game, but quite another to leave the guesser a broken shell of a man, questioning his very aptitude and wondering if his entire life is a lie.
In case you're wondering, yes, I do mean those simple games where a carnie has to guess your age (usually within a range of 1-2 years), your weight (maybe between 20 pounds) or your birthday (within a month) and if they guess isn't correct, you win a prize. I don't bother with the weight or birthday contests, that's just pure guesswork.
"Actually Mark, in your case, guessing the size of your fat ass is..."
Shut up! To continue, guessing an age is theoretically the easiest of the three, which is where my genius comes in. You see, ever since I was young, I've looked old. Going bald at age 17 helped but even before then, I just have always looked pretty old for my age. It helped that I was a tall kid growing up, though my height annoying ceased just as I hit my teenage years. It was frustrating -- I was a back row/middle kid for grade school class photos and I was thinking I was going to be 6'4" or something, but then I just stopped at stupid old average height.
What wasn't average, however, was my grizzled look. Maybe it's a sign of my inward maturity leaking out of me like a cheap faucet, but whatever, my looks have allowed me to run roughshod over guess-your-age games with the easy dominance of a young Tiger Woods playing putter golf.
Not only am I unbeaten in these games, I have a record of breaking the guesser's self-professed personal records for incorrectness. For example...
* when I was 14, the guess was 23
* when I was 28, the guess was 41
* when I was 31, the guess was 40
* when I was 35, the guess was 41....ok, I may actually be catching up to my facial age. Does this mean I'll now start looking like a 'young' old man? Is this some kind of odd Benjamin Button-ish condition? That movie was terrible.
The guessed-41-when-I-was-28 guy literally didn't believe it. He'd "never been so off before" and actually wondered if I had a fake ID specifically made up just to fool the game. I mean, I guess I could've, but that seems like a long way to go to win a $5 stuffed animal at a carnival. I'm not sure of the expense involved in making a fake ID but surely it'd cost more than five bucks...it just wouldn't be a good use of financial resources.
In case you're wondering, yes, I do mean those simple games where a carnie has to guess your age (usually within a range of 1-2 years), your weight (maybe between 20 pounds) or your birthday (within a month) and if they guess isn't correct, you win a prize. I don't bother with the weight or birthday contests, that's just pure guesswork.
"Actually Mark, in your case, guessing the size of your fat ass is..."
Shut up! To continue, guessing an age is theoretically the easiest of the three, which is where my genius comes in. You see, ever since I was young, I've looked old. Going bald at age 17 helped but even before then, I just have always looked pretty old for my age. It helped that I was a tall kid growing up, though my height annoying ceased just as I hit my teenage years. It was frustrating -- I was a back row/middle kid for grade school class photos and I was thinking I was going to be 6'4" or something, but then I just stopped at stupid old average height.
What wasn't average, however, was my grizzled look. Maybe it's a sign of my inward maturity leaking out of me like a cheap faucet, but whatever, my looks have allowed me to run roughshod over guess-your-age games with the easy dominance of a young Tiger Woods playing putter golf.
Not only am I unbeaten in these games, I have a record of breaking the guesser's self-professed personal records for incorrectness. For example...
* when I was 14, the guess was 23
* when I was 28, the guess was 41
* when I was 31, the guess was 40
* when I was 35, the guess was 41....ok, I may actually be catching up to my facial age. Does this mean I'll now start looking like a 'young' old man? Is this some kind of odd Benjamin Button-ish condition? That movie was terrible.
The guessed-41-when-I-was-28 guy literally didn't believe it. He'd "never been so off before" and actually wondered if I had a fake ID specifically made up just to fool the game. I mean, I guess I could've, but that seems like a long way to go to win a $5 stuffed animal at a carnival. I'm not sure of the expense involved in making a fake ID but surely it'd cost more than five bucks...it just wouldn't be a good use of financial resources.
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