Mike: I’ll go in; what do you want?
Me: No, it’s alright, I’ll go.
Mike: I’ve already got my seatbelt off. Tell me what you want.
Me: No, I’m going in!
Mike (opening the door): Tell me what you want or you get nothing.
Me: Just let me go. Please.
Mike: You wanna get ID’d, don’t you?
Me: You always get to be ID’d when you buy cigarettes. Let me go get the beer.
Mike: No! I wanna go!
Me: We can go together.
Mike: I bet you don’t even get ID’d.
Me: Oh, like you look any younger, you old fart.
Remember as a teenager being so worried about being asked for your ID? Now I practically have to beg the people to ask for it.
Are you sure you don’t want to see my ID?
How sad is it that the highlight of my day is going into the beer store with hopes of getting ID’d by the attendant? She didn’t even give me a second glance. No ID for you!
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Funny, when I turned 21 I felt insulted if I got carded. Now I’m almost 30 and I feel insulted if I don’t get carded! Being old(er) sucks!
Just for that, we, your dedicated readers demand that you scan and post your drivers’ license photo (ha ha ha)
They card everyone around here. I swear I saw a lady who was CLEARLY in her late 60′s or 70′s get carded at the Kroger! I thought that was ridiculous!
Oh, hell no! I am 7 months pregnant in the middle of June and I. am. fat! The camera definitely adds 20lbs! *cough, cough*
Ha ha…well, now I get asked and the sorry truth is–I have two kids that can legally buy alcohol LOL
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