I got carded today, people!
I went to the grocery store to get some sandwiches to take to the Polo match and I grabbed a six pack while I was there.
I’m in line and the cashier looks at me skeptically and says “Um, do you have I.D,?”
So I say “I most certainly do and you are gonna feel so dumb when you see how old I am.”
So she looks at the license and hands it back to me. Nothing. No reaction.
She looks at the bagboy and says “Guess how old she is.”
And I am thinking “Crap, don’t EVEN go there with me….”
And he says, “Thirty.”
And I say “I love you.”
And the bagboy? He is like all shocked and can’t believe it. And I am like so in love with him right now….I mean, I could really kiss him……
Cause I am SO thirty-nine-ish, people. I am not even kidding. And for the first time in ten years I am not looking forward to my birthday.
But if I’m that close to forty and someone thinks I’m thirty? Heck, bring it on!
I guess it must be what’s in my jeans genes?
Or that kid is really good at kissing ass.
