Well, now there’s something that doesn’t happen to me every day–or every week. Or every month. Or every year, at least not for quite a while.
Last night I stopped at our local supermarket to pick up a couple of things, one of which was a six pack of one of my favorite local brews. As the guy behind the counter checked me out, something happened that I haven’t had happen to me in at least a decade.
He asked to see my ID.
The only explanation I can think of is that I was wearing a hat the covered up my graying hair, but, even so, I don’t think my face has looked as though I might be under 21 (or even under 30) for quite some time. I suspect when he saw the year I was born he was probably rather surprised.
The last time I was carded, I was at a Cubs game, oddly enough. I was wearing a baseball cap then. Maybe there’s a pattern.
Or maybe I just couldn’t think of anything worthwhile to blog about today; so I picked this. Oh, well. There’s always tomorrow.