You be the judge.

I've been calling numerous places in my quest to find an affordable/suitable/not nasty place to rent for myself and my children.  So far not tons of luck.  I called on a 2 bedroom, 1.5 bath and the first question the man who answered asked was: "How many people will be living in the house?".  I answered truthfully... me and my two toddlers.  "It's too small for you!" he blurted and unceremoniously hung up on me.  Um, ok.

Women are almost always easier to deal with (I've found anyway) and I think I've stumbled upon a place that might just turn out to be my future home... the landlord is a wonderfully pleasant woman who seems understanding of the situation at hand.  My cousin would live just upstairs (small world, huh?) and I'd be within walking distance of many things I love.

Not really the point though.  Today I finally got a call back on another place that I had contacted before finding the current rental I'm interested in.  I answered with a generic "hello" and a friendly, younger-sounding man said, "Hi, sweetheart... how are you?"  

"Fine, thanks.  How are you?"

"I'm just great, honey.  Is your mom around?  I need to talk to her for a quick minute."

Whaa-at?  My mom?  For a second I was totally thrown for a loop.

Me!  He meant me!  He thought I was a child!  At that very moment I burst out laughing.

"Um, I think in this case I am the mom."

Two beat pause.  Laughter.  "Oh my God.  You've got to be kidding me!  I'm so sorry!  But you could take it as a compliment - you sound very young."

Hmm.  Keep telling yourself that, dude.  We'll see.

Talked to him a bit more and discovered that his house was not in an area that would be convenient for me.

So.... ego boost or insult?  Either way I got a good laugh.  I needed it.