Young girl, by the door

I was in a meeting the other day when the best thing happened. Seated across from me was a lady who was new to the group's regular meetings and who was being introduced to most of us for the first time.
About an hour into the meeting, as I was drifting off in thought, I noticed that said lady had scribbled notes on a piece of paper. On it, I saw my name written in her handwriting, along with the names of everyone else attending the meeting. It appeared as if she had written down everyone's name as an attempt to burn them into her memory, which I thought was very courteous. But what she had also done was put a brief description beside each name to help her remember each of us.
My description was, "Young girl, by the door."
I was very pleased with my description, for I am rarely referred to as 'young.' Usually I hear, "Oh, you're only 28?!"
So, folks, this was a good moment for me.
And yes – if you are wondering – my ancient 28-year-old self is still blessed with really good vision.