It happened again...

On the way home from work, I stopped at D&W (our local grocery store) to pick up a six pack of oat pops and a few other necessities. Normally, I use the self check-out lane, but since I had beer, I went through a lane with a cashier. Luckily, there was no waiting, so I put my beer and groceries and on the conveyor belt and they rolled towards the cashier, show was named Barb. Barb looked at me and said, "I need to see you ID please, young man."

Seriously.

I smiled and I removed my license from my wallet and I handed it to Barb. She looked at my birth date and said, "Oh, my, you look so young! I never would have guessed your age!"

I am 45 years old and I am still getting carded. Life agrees with me.