I tend to go to the same stores where they all know me by name (
Norm! MELF!) or by tattoo, or by hair. (or maybe by my Bend and Snap…) Anyway, last night I stopped off at a store I don’t go to very often and a new boy waited on me.
“May I see your ID?” he asked as I placed the wine on the counter.
blushed and batted my eyes appropriately snorted.
“Sure.” I handed it over. (I’m blonde in my ID so that sometimes throws them off for a second.)
“69?” he asked. “For real?”
“For real. I’m pretty sure I’m old enough to be your mother.”
“Damn. Yeah, but I’m pretty sure I’d date you anyway.”
I’m 41. I’ll be 42 in March. There are people I graduated high school with who are already grandparents. There are people who are younger than me who already LOOK like grandparents. So the fact that I’m still getting carded is teh awesome.
Here’s hoping I never look like a MawMaw even when I am one…