How Old Are You?
There’s been a whole lot of stuff going on lately that makes the Lovely Mrs. G. and I feel really, really old.
I mean, we’re only 41 – we’re in the prime of our lives! But no matter how young we may feel, the world is trying to force us into the oblivion that is...middle age.
So there was a pleasant surprise on Saturday that reminded my lovely bride that maybe we’re not as old as we think.
You see, Mrs. G. was carded.
It was just one little bottle of red wine – no big deal, right? Ah, but the cashier looked her in the eye and said, “Can I see your I.D. please?” The little sign by the register says that they card anyone who looks under 27. Now, without calling my Missus anything mean and/or offensive enough to get me into trouble later on, I do have to say that she doesn’t look like she’s 27 anymore, much less 21.
I haven’t been carded in many years, mainly since my hair is half gray these days. And unless you’re that goofball singer from American Idol last season, the odds of finding someone young enough to be carded with as much silver in their hair as me are pretty slim.
But when I younger (and my hair a lot darker) I used to get carded all the time. Seriously.
I was 25 years old when I was carded for an R rated movie.
I was 21 or 22 when I’d be in bars with a bunch of underage guys, and I’d be the only one asked for I.D.
Hell, I used to get pulled over regularly when I was 18 – 19 by cops who thought I was a 12 year old who’d taken Mom & Dad’s car out for a joyride.
But these days I think I’m finally starting to look my age. Even though I may not always act it.
Anyway, the lovely Mrs. G. and I went home with our legally purchased liquor, and had a good laugh about being mistaken for a twentysomething. And now we’re hoping that the truant officer doesn’t try to send us back to high school.
So here’ the moral of the story: Enjoy your youth while you can, but always be sure to have your driver’s license with you.
I mean, we’re only 41 – we’re in the prime of our lives! But no matter how young we may feel, the world is trying to force us into the oblivion that is...middle age.
So there was a pleasant surprise on Saturday that reminded my lovely bride that maybe we’re not as old as we think.
You see, Mrs. G. was carded.
It was just one little bottle of red wine – no big deal, right? Ah, but the cashier looked her in the eye and said, “Can I see your I.D. please?” The little sign by the register says that they card anyone who looks under 27. Now, without calling my Missus anything mean and/or offensive enough to get me into trouble later on, I do have to say that she doesn’t look like she’s 27 anymore, much less 21.
I haven’t been carded in many years, mainly since my hair is half gray these days. And unless you’re that goofball singer from American Idol last season, the odds of finding someone young enough to be carded with as much silver in their hair as me are pretty slim.
But when I younger (and my hair a lot darker) I used to get carded all the time. Seriously.
I was 25 years old when I was carded for an R rated movie.
I was 21 or 22 when I’d be in bars with a bunch of underage guys, and I’d be the only one asked for I.D.
Hell, I used to get pulled over regularly when I was 18 – 19 by cops who thought I was a 12 year old who’d taken Mom & Dad’s car out for a joyride.
But these days I think I’m finally starting to look my age. Even though I may not always act it.
Anyway, the lovely Mrs. G. and I went home with our legally purchased liquor, and had a good laugh about being mistaken for a twentysomething. And now we’re hoping that the truant officer doesn’t try to send us back to high school.
So here’ the moral of the story: Enjoy your youth while you can, but always be sure to have your driver’s license with you.
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