So I'm up, my turn to pay for my two bottles of wine.
Checkout guy is looking at my face.
"Hi", I say with a big smile because I'm
Thinking in my head: C'mon, you know you wanna card me, just go ahead, ask for it....
I'm staring into his very soul with all my will, strength, and any other worldly power: Ask, PLEASE ask? Pretty please?
Thinking in my head very loudly: OH. COME. ON. I WANT YOU TO ASK SO THAT I CAN SHOW YOU MY DRIVERS LICENSE AND THEN FEEL ALL GOOD ABOUT MYSELF...
...and then outwardly gloat to the folks behind me in line that I am in fact well over the 19 years of age drinking age limit and I look DAMN good for my age...see aren't I pretty?...I know you're jealous.
Transaction completed and have a nice day.
Well thanks for nothing, old man. Way to bring me down to even lower depths of despair over fact that I'm nearing
Status update: currently drowing my sorrows in some good wine.