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i got carded at the liquor store

Everybody sing it now!

I got carded at the liquor store…
I got carded at the liquor store…
I got carded at the liquor store…
But yet I’m thirty-five!

Getting carded always makes my day. Well, it only happens about once a year anymore so I guess it makes my year. Remember the days when you’d get carded every time you tried to buy alcohol? It wasn’t fun then, but it is now. My goal is to one day get carded when I’m 40 years old. Of course, I may have to dye my hair in order for that to happen the way the gray hairs are sprouting up these days.

There was a new woman working at the register today (who was a good 15 years older than me). When I was pulling out my credit card to pay for my purchases, she asked to see my ID. I showed it to her and she let out a small guffaw. I don’t know what was so funny. I guess I will have to ponder that this evening while I’m sipping on my Margarita.