Carded

I got carded today at the grocery store. I use the self checkout lane because I have poor social skills and chit chatting with the cashier gives me the heebies. Except for that one Friday night in New York when me and the guys were loading up on liquor for a long weekend of drinking up at Lake Chautauqua and the CLEARLY underage chick clerks were having one of those phony, 'hope you overhear' conversations along the lines of, boy I sure wish we could find a party to go to. That was cool. Wait, no, that gave me the heebies too. Oh yeah, and then a few months later the story broke about the drug dealer who infected half the young girls in the Chautauqua area with AIDS when they had sex with him in exchange for drugs. The moral of the story is: don't get duped into supplying alcohol for underage girls in exchange for sex, even if they are hot.

What was I talking about?

Oh yeah.

When you buy beer in the self checkout, someone has to come over and hit a button that says you are old enough. I swipe the beer first, so that I can keep working while waiting for someone to come over. So here comes the lady from behind me and she says, "Can I see your ID?" I turn around, reaching for my wallet, and she says, "Oh." Long pause. "You looked younger from behind."

I don't even know what to make of that.