You know you're getting old when...

...the conversation with your hair stylist goes like this:

Him: I see you like to read. I don't like it. I only read some novels when I was in high school.

Me: I didn't like some of the novels I had to read in high school, but that was a few years ago.

Him: Really? How long ago?

Me: Well... I graduated in 1988.

Him: I was born in 1988!