No, old started at thirty. Three decades. Someone came up with some purchases, and Roman rang them up. "So we're old and death's at thirty then?" He asked over his shoulder as he handed back some change. "Well life just sucks then, now, doesn't it?"
He said giving the shop a quick glance to be sure it didn't look like anyone else wanted to check out before plopping back into his chair. "So what? She has some hangover detector?"