at stluke's

• Lady-at-the counter: Please fill up your particulars and I need to take your temperature
• Me: Okay
• Lady-at-the counter: Wait, you are 12 years old right?
• Me: [was blur for a moment]
• Me: erm...i am...erm...18...no sorry 19.
• Lady-at the counter: [gives a shocked look and then laughs]
• Lady-at the counter: Then take this form.
• She gives me and my mum separate forms.
• I wonder why she thought I was 12. Well, at least my grandma told me that I have grown bigger than my mother.