A couple of weeks ago, I had a dentist appointment. The dentist came in, looked at my chart, looked at me, and asked how old I am. "I'm... 28?" I answered. I admit to being a little baffled, since my birthday was there on the chart.
"Oh my gosh!" she said, "You look 18!"
Flattering, right? So zip to yesterday morning. I stop by 7-11 for a cup of coffee on my way to the train station. At the counter, I see the scratch-off lottery tickets, and decide I have one dollar too many, so why not.
"Do you have any ID?" asks the guy behind the counter. Yes, folks, I got carded to buy a lottery ticket yesterday. Now, I certainly don't look like a wizened crone or anything, but I thought my days of passing for a high schooler were well behind me. I'm wondering what gives.
My kitchen is: Cluttered. Papers on the table, a million dirty glasses, knives in the sink since last week. I suppose I should feel guilty.
Posted by andrea at March 11, 2003 09:16 PMDid you win the lottery?
Posted by: michelle on March 11, 2003 09:21 PMIn fact, I did win the lottery. So I took my ill-gotten gains this morning to the same 7-11, to get more coffee and another lottery ticket.
And yes, I was carded a second time, by a different guy. It seems to be tied to days when I wear no makeup and a ponytail.
Posted by: Andrea Phillips on March 11, 2003 09:24 PMHow many years ago was it that your major concern was to not look 12 years old at job interviews? You'll appreciate it more at my age.
Just for the record, your grandmother was last carded at 36. I was last carded at 32. (must be all the sun I got in those warm climates)
Posted by: cathyy on March 13, 2003 06:49 AMWow, so maybe it's not too late for me to play the hot high school cheerleader in a horror flick!
Posted by: Andrea Phillips on March 13, 2003 03:03 PMAndrea, you KNOW I hate to be ID'd for lottery tickets (I was um...28?? when it happened to me TWICE at TWO places). But you do remember, I got ID'd to get into Traffic at age 30. People wonder why I complain about this..."take it as a compliment." No, I don't look any 16 at 30 and it's just annoying and I HATE the whole going back to the car to GET it!
Oh wait, I have a theory...did you have the baby with you? You MUST be a teenager if you have a baby! At least, at the place where I was buying the lottery tix here in FL!
Posted by: Kenty on March 14, 2003 09:23 AM