It was another frigid day at work. The heating was off for the second day in a row, and we all looked like a bunch of vagrants, layered in whatever we had brought with us and other random bits lying around the office (blanket samples! tea towels!). It’s a good thing there wasn’t a hot water bottle in the sample pile or there might have been a bloodbath!
Having belatedly remembered on the way home that it was my one-year anniversary as a blogger – but more on this later, don’t get distracted – I decided a celebratory/survival bottle of wine was in order.
I brought my purchase up to the single manned till (don’t get me started on self-service checkouts)….and then this happened….
Checkout Lady: (scanning bottle) Could I see some ID, please?
Me: … …
Checkout Lady: I need to see some ID or I can’t sell you this bottle.
Me: … …
Checkout Lady: Listen, the law says if you look under 25, I have to ask for ID. It’s the law!
Me: (almost sobbing) You think I look younger than 25?!
For you new followers (Hi!), you may not know this, but I’m almost 38. And I was looking pretty sad today. So even though she was probably lying, I didn’t care!!
I GOT CARDED. BOO-YA, as the young ‘uns say.
And happy anniversary to me. More on this later. I’m too busy looking young & irresponsible right now.