Seriously. No joke. I'm not even old, but I'm not in the youth demographic anymore. I swear.
This weekend I have respite care for my daughter for the first time in like forever. I went to the grocery store down the street to buy beer for the occasion earlier tonight. The cashier was skeptical of my I.D., which for some reason made me as nervous as if I actually were using a fake driver's license. That happens sometimes, and often enough that I didn't think a whole lot of it, just plowed through like I always do in awkward situations.
I go to that store pretty often, and I've lived here a few months. They should know me. But what I didn't realize until playing the interaction back in my head later is that even though they sold me beer, I didn't convince them. They laughed at me and said something about what a great name I chose. I took that totally at face value and lit up and said thanks the last name is from my daughter and the first name is mine. Then I dropped something and got redfaced and fumbled with my debit card and bumbled on out of the store with my Session and didn't think on it again until just now.
Replaying it, I'm sure they thought I was using a fake ID. The guy was really cute and I wasn't smooth enough to act even slightly normal around him. That can't have helped. Still. My gosh I've been of age for ten years.
