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.

Not so fast...

In a recent post, I made mention that I might be getting old as I am excited about the new windows which will soon be installed in our home. Just when I thought I was crawling down that dusty corridor towards death, my spirits improved. I was out shopping for some lamb chops for dinner tonight, and I also picked up a bottle of wine to compliment the meal. I got to the check out lane and patiently waited my turn to pay for the lambies and vino. Well, the clerk looked at me and said, "I will need to see your ID."

Seriously. I got carded.

I smiled, got our my wallet and gave my driver's license to the clerk. She looked at my birth date and said to me, "Wow. You were born the same year as my Mom! I guess that you are old enough to buy the wine."

I must say that to get carded when I am well into my 46th year on this planet made me smile. Life agrees with me.