It became clear to me late Monday afternoon as the cashier, who looked to be in her early 20s, handed me my receipt and made eye contact as she smiled and said: “thank you Mr. Morgan.”
That was the very moment I became my father.
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About Me
Michael Morgan
Chicago, USA
Design is my daily hustle
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Ugh, I know right? Funny how much I’ve been noticing that, as good as I might feel, I’m really not a kid anymore by any rational measure. That stings just a little bit.
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Mike Morgan Reply:
June 28th, 2012 at 9:33 pm
It’s taken me crossing the 40 mark for it to happen, but here we are. I am officially Mr. Morgan…
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Ha ha. My pet peeve is when people call me ma’am. It makes me feel way too much like an adult …
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Mike Morgan Reply:
June 28th, 2012 at 9:34 pm
I tell you Jess, it was like it hit me all at once. Nothing like that to make you feel your age
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I can deal with just about everything except the ma’am thing. That makes me feel real old. LOL
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Michael Reply:
October 10th, 2012 at 9:01 am
Who knew this would be the tricky thing about aging? Ha!
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Ah sure, we all can relate to this – great tribute through the true emotion…
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