Fine Art Comes With Age

(I’m a caricaturist working at a party. I’m 19, but because of my petite figure, I’m often mistaken for younger. I’m facing my stand, waiting for a guest.)

Guest: “Are you doing caricatures?”

(I turn to face the guest. She is a 10-year-old girl, who suddenly looks horrified and jumps back.)

Guest: “Woah! HOW OLD ARE YOU?”

Me: “Um, 19?”

Guest: “Geez! You look like you’re 14, or something; you scared me!”

Me: “I’m sorry?”

Guest: “I’m used to people doing these to be like 30, or something. I was expecting an old lady.”

Me: “Haha, sorry I’m so young?”

Guest: “YOU SCARED ME! YOU’RE SUPPOSED TO BE OLD!”