I got carded on Sunday!!!! Whoo hoo!
The funniest part was that my husband was standing there looking at the store clerk like he had lost his mind. So, when I continued to pull out my ID with the *biggest* shit eating grin on my face, all he could do was stand there with his mouth open, and stare.
Yep, that's right old man. I got carded and you didn't! Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!
The more I think about it, I should have just kept my wallet closed, stepped aside and said: "Oh, daddy I guess will have to show the man your ID!" He would have fell over right then and there.
So, that was my little happy time Sunday. It was over just as quick as it started because the next thing on the conveyor belt was prune juice. That's when the clerk turned red, looked at me and said "I'm sorry ma'am." So, what does that mean? He's taking back the whole, "Can I see your I.D. please?" Does the purchase of prune juice mean he shouldn't have carded me? Does it mean that I'm old and need it for my bowels? I mean, it does but guess what? I'm sorry buddy you don't get to take it back. And now that it's happened, I'm going to tell the whole world you did it! Old lady prune juice or not - I.got.carded!