London talk

What a hair trimming, a good shave and a nice smile won't do, eh?
Went to the super today, feeling good with my life (I'll tell you why later), and when I gave my pizza, my chocolates and my eight guinness to the cashier, the fella asked "how old are you?"
I looked, smiled, and continued unpacking things, not giving much thought, thinking he was just being ironic, or friendly, by telling a silly joke.
But then again "How old are you?"
"Are you serious? Well mate, I'm flattered, but I'm 31. Unfortunately - I added" (or perhaps fortunately, since I wanted my guinness).
But I left with a even bigger smile, I'll tell you that.