Card me - no really, it’s OK!
We have a running race in the family to see who can be the oldest and still get carded by the grocery clerk. I think one of my aunt’s rung in at around 36 (before-botox). So last weekend I was at the 7-11 and the guy rang up a six pack of beer, eyeing me carefully. I was busy fidgeting with the ATM card, too busy to notice. He awkwardly asked me if he needed to card me. Needless to say this made me instantly happy and I said coyly if you think you need to. I’m sure in his mind he was wondering what the heck is up with her, but being 40 the idea of being carded sounded like a good idea to me! He finally ended up asking me how old I was, stating that I didn’t look a day over 35. HA. I’m not so sure that was a compliment to go from do I need to card you to not a day over 35. I told him that had he carded me, it would have made for a fabulous story to be sure and tell everyone - including my mom!
Tags: humor
