I’ll be 46 in March.
Tonight I played an ice hockey match, and afterward, the 20-ish year old goalie from the other team said to me (I think it was supposed to be a compliment!):
“Nice play tonight!”
“Thanks,” I said, “But I don’t feel like I played that well.”
“Well, if I can play that well when I am as old as you, I’ll be happy!”
“Thanks,” I said again. “F.U.,” I thought to myself.