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!
6 comments:
That's funny. I got carded on a regular basis until I had Andrew and Colin in tow. Besides with teenage girls being pregnant that isn't a marker of being over 15.
You know what, I am the complete opposite. For years now, I never had to show my ID, not even in the States. I am so sad. I wished they would for once ask. Last year, we were at a bar in Florida. The girl next to us on the bar had to show her license. I was like "Let me order, he'll ask for mine and I will feel great!". What do you know, I got served two daiquiris without any question. That stinks, too! :-(
Sorry sis, I looked young for my age until I had James and now I know I still look okay but I also know I look closer to 40. I got to see pictures from my 20th reunion and boy some of the ladies are not aging very well and need to loose more than the freshman 15 and baby tummy. ; )
Once the baby is here you will stop being carded, promise.
All of Jennie's granddaughters look young for their age. That's how they attracted those hunky, dreamy husbands.
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Doohickie- We love you!
Flea-Be thankful. I was regularly carded up until about 33 or 35.You will be sad when it stops happening.
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