The Wonderous Age of 19

I went to the bank today and here are three reasons why it made me feel extremely old and adult-like:
1. I went to the bank. By myself. Sorry if I'm a late bloomer on this, but it was a new adult experience for me.
2. I was depositing a check. Not just any ol check that your grandparents send you for your birthday. This was a PAYCHECK from a REAL job. That's right, I'm a part-time working women. I also ordered checks, which brings us to...
3. My bank account is set up in both my and my dad's name, this is so he can deposit money in it if he wants and if I overdraft the money is taken out of his account and I'm not charged some outrageous fee. Anyway back to the story, it was my first time around the block for ordering checks too so the bank teller was explaining it to me, let me quote her, "The upper corner will contain the names of you and YOUR HUSBAND and your address....". That's right. I look so old that this lady automatically assumed the other name on my account was my husbands. I have reached the age where I look like I'm married. Great.

Update:
After the bank I went to Lowes this afternoon where I was denied my purchase of spray paint chalk board paint because I wasn't 21. So it appears that I have the stellar combination of looking like I can be married, but not being old enough to buy my own craft supplies.