For as long as I can remember I've always been told that I look younger than I actually am. I grew up hearing, "you'll appreciate it one day". Well, I'm still waiting for that day to happen. It's a little ridiculous that at the age of twenty-eight, I still get nervous when I walk into a liquor store. Why? Because I'm afraid they are going to think I'm using a fake ID and that an undercover cop is going to leap over the counter, tackle me to the ground, drag me off to prison without my one phone call. Get the picture?
I've kind of accepted this simple fact about me, but when I first began my career in real estate I had a real hang-up about it. I was so afraid that people would look at me and think "What does she know? She's twelve." Of course, no one ever mentioned my age, but in the back of my mind I think that's because I firmly believed that knowledge was power, and I made sure I knew my stuff.
A few weeks ago hubby and I celebrated our fifth wedding anniversary. We celebrated by going on a double date to dinner and the movies. Now, looking back, I realize this would be our last anniversary as a couple without children, so we probably should have done something a little more romantic, but what can I do about it now? When we got to the theatre, Greg needed to use the restroom so I did the simple task of ordering our tickets. We were watching the movie "Inglorious Bastards" which is rated R. I ordered the tickets, and handed the guy a twenty dollar bill. After he took it, he gave me a once over and asked to see my ID.
Now, I completely understand a cashier asking for my ID if I had paid with my debit card. In fact, I appreciate it when that happens. But this was CASH for crying out loud!!! Apparently even though I was two months pregnant, I didn't even look old enough to watch a rated R movie. I swear, this can only happen to me!