Peter R.
Yelp
My wife and I are both in our early seventies and love to joke about how no one can see us because we're so old that we hold no interest for them, as obsolete humans. But today I proved it! I went to this place to get a croissant. There was one guy making espresso drinks, with his back to me. It was literally three minutes later when he turned around. I hadn't said anything because I hate people who give shit to servers of any kind. Anyway, I swear he saw me, or at least he seemed to see me before turning to his drinks, but I guess I was invisible. He went back to pulling more espresso shots. No, "I'll be right with ya," or anything. On top of which a frowning young woman came out of the kitchen twice to apparently check on something that was dissatisfying her. Didn't seem to see me. Either time. I mean, not even a sideways glance. I mean, yes, I have gray hair. Wait. Maybe it was that my vest was from the Marshall's value rack. Anyway, then, finally, the guy finished making his drinks, and walked over to hand them to people....two feet away from me. Then...literally without seeing me, he went back to his espresso machine. I was tempted to reach around their and grab a croissant, but their croissants are dry. (I was only their because Best Damn Espresso and Pixie Boulangerie were closed._ The place lies within a MA "Cultural District," so I guess they've been cultured to serve young attractive people who dress wealthily, and literally not be able to see old people. I'm obviously never going back, but I'm grateful; if I really am invisible, my life could take a serious upturn.