I'm an old broad already?!

I’m on a plane last weekend, sitting nicely in first class, thanks to upgrades the wonderful boy gave me, waiting for take off. In fabulous first-class-land, they offer you drinks before you take off, and I quickly accepted the offer, requesting a jack and coke. Although I would prefer them to carry Crown, I think I probably would sound very pompous if I made a fuss about it, so I’ll leave it at that. I digress…
So I request my jack and coke, and am ID’d. First of all, I don’t think I’ve ever been ID’d on a plane before. Not even when I was 20 (looking 12)! I pass over my ID, she checks it out, bends it a little looking for the hologram and whatnot, sees the date, and says, “Wow! You’re an old broad!”

I AM NOT KIDDING.
I’m not even 30 yet!!!! Since when does this qualify me as an “old broad”? No wonder women have issues when they turn 30!