When I was 23, I worked as a publishing editor in a newspaper. Sometimes I had to go to the publisher and control the process, and one day I was given an assistant to a lady whose approximate age I immediately estimated at 35-40. We talked to her and she asked me how old I was.

and twenty three.

The lady thought sharply.

And I am twenty-three.

I have already thought here.

Are you married? She asked.

and no.

The lady smiled relieved:

Oh well understand. And I am married.