Annual downer meeting with the investment counselor happened to me today. I did my usual shtick of nodding and smiling as he yakked about why our meager savings never seem to increase, but are sure to do so in future some time. When Accountant asked if I was following everything, I said, "Well, no, but I'm getting the gist of it." He started talking to me like I was a total moron, pointing to charts and gesturing flamboyantly. Whatever buddy. As 20 something daughter said when I talked to her later, "That situation has gender performance written all over it." I think she's right and somehow I'm vowing never to display a lack of confidence to an accountant ever again. This is my solemn vow.