On two occasions lately, I have rudely challenged the age of female friends, and they both forgave me for my uncouth mistake. In each case, my victims said they were retiring. But they looked so young. I immediately jumped to the conclusion that they were retiring early and gambling on not needing health insurance before reaching 65 when they would become eligible for Medicare. They both assured me they actually are 65 already. They qualify now for Medicare, not to mention entering their gravy years on Social Security. They could tell I wasn't merely pretending to guess low on their ages just to ingratiate myself with them. "No," each one insisted. "I really am 65." So I was wrong. But no apology was necessary. They were kind and generous enough to hold no grudge against me for believing that they were years younger than their actual age. Many women in this era of growing equality for members of the female gender have become less touchy about revealing their actual ages whether they look as old as they are or not/Bill Hall, Lewiston Tribune. More here.

Question: Do you mind telling people your age?