I got carded last night.
And not at Trader Joe's.
And not by a kid.
Usually it is someone at TJ's who looks about 17.
My standard response is "Really? I am old enough to be your mom. I mean, if I started young. But still..."
Nope.
Last night I was carded at a restaurant when I ordered a beer.
The waitress looked to be in her late 20s.
She carded me.
She did not card the manfriend.
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6 comments:
score!
You have no idea.
I am 37!!!
I have to revel in each carding since it very well could be my last.
I loooove getting carded.
And I hate when college kids call me ma'am. I mean, it's good to see that they're being polite and all. But, damn ... .
I've heard it said — and I believe it to be true — that the older you get, the harder it is to guess ages.
I hate getting carded, especially when others around me don't get carded. (And especially especially when others are younger.)
My mother tells me I'll be so happy to look so young when I'm older. Those days are quite far off. For now, I want to at least look old enough to legally drink, which I've been able to do for nearly eight years.
Sweet! I figure I'd better enjoy it while I can, too. It's got to end someday, right? Suck up every blessed moment of it!
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