Invisible me

I have got used to those people standing on the street handing out fliers for clubs and bars not trying to hand one to me. I know that their target audience is the young and wild, those who go out at night rather than slumping on the sofa in front of mindless cookery/gardening/wildlife television programmes.

I have almost got used to those people handing out fliers for gym membership not trying to hand one to me. They want the young, too, or at least the middle-aged, not the tubby old bag hobbling along out of breath and wheezing.

But I was a bit put out when the young girls handing out make-up samples at the station looked at me and didn't try to hand me one. I didn't think I looked that rough.