Yesterday I was walking, wearing default walking clothes – leggings, walking shoes, t-shirt, you know that stuff – and carrying my backpack. I got thirsty after some kilometers and entered the first place that seemed to sell water – a pub. I had the bad luck to go inside a pub during the Brazil vs North Korea game, but that’s ok.

I went to the counter while some very loud brazilians were cheering like crazy and asked the pub owner for a bottle of water. We had the following dialogue:
- I’d like some water, please?
- Are you from the school?
- What?
- Are you from the school?
- No, I’m too old for school. I’d like some water.
- Are you sure you’re not from the school?
- Thank you sir, but it’s been a looooooooooong time since I left school. But I’m very thirsty and I need some water.
- You look like you’re from the school.

I decided to have some water from the counter, I left a tip for him and told him I was 30 years old. I’m not sure he believed me. When you’re worried about wrinkles appearing on your face and gray hair, isn’t it awesome a random someone (possibly drunk) thinking you’re still a teen? Oh, yeah, there’s a school just across the street, and I’m very short, that’s probably why he asked. But I felt great anyway.

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