Morning glory
After dodging more than one oblivious girl in a tiny white car determined to run me off the road, I stop at a gas station near work. I grab an overpriced tube of Tylenol to head off a sudden headache, put it on the counter, and dig through my wallet as I add, almost as an afterthought, “And one Powerball ticket, please.” The woman at the counter eyeballs me and says sternly, “I need to see your I.D.”
“Um…OK!” I say happily, as I gleefully hand over my license. She looks at me and then the photo, and then quietly mutters my date of birth. “Nineteen…seventy…four?”
“Oh my gosh!” she says, blushing. “I am so sorry!”
“No problem,” I laugh. “You made my day!”
“You have great genes, Miss,” she says, as I tuck the ticket into my purse. “Great genes.”
Even if I don’t win the lottery, I think today was my lucky day.
Wow. You do have great genes! I’m twenty-eight (barely! as of DEC!) and I never get carded anymore, for anything. Okay, truthfully, I never got carded to start with. We don’t age gracefully in my family.
Comment by amber — January 20, 2010 @ 3:52 pm
I got carded for a lottery ticket recently, too! I was floored! You only have to be 18!!!! I was like, “You’re kidding, right?”
Comment by Shelly — January 20, 2010 @ 4:25 pm
What a wicked teaser! You practically HAVE to win now, just for the heart attack I got reading that! I shall will it into existence. VIVA LA 2010!!!
Comment by Tessie — January 20, 2010 @ 5:01 pm
Oh my gosh that’s AWESOME!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am certain that you should always buy everything you ever need from that woman (to hell with the hellish mark-up @ convenience stores) because she thought you weren’t legal to gamble!!!
Someone in my office the other day (one of the awful 20 somethings) said “What’s middle age? 35?” To which I let out a heart wrenching scream of dispair. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!! I’m not middle aged. It is impossible. And neither are you and your AWESOME genes.
Comment by Emily — January 20, 2010 @ 6:24 pm
Nice!
I love getting carded and can get upset if I’m not. My husband looks like he’s 12 so if we’re together it’s usually a given.
Comment by Sara — January 21, 2010 @ 8:04 am
That would have made my day too. You’ll have to stop in there more often!
Comment by LoriD — January 21, 2010 @ 8:05 am
Jim is always bitter about not getting carded, but dude, once the hairline recedes, it’s pretty obvious you’re over 21. Me, however- with this baby face I hope to be getting carded well into my thirties, too. I need to get SOMETHING good out of these chubby cheeks.
Comment by Sarah — January 21, 2010 @ 9:46 am
Woooo! Yay!!!!!!!!! Nice.
Comment by Artemisia — January 21, 2010 @ 10:03 am
I’m only 25 and I always get happy when I get carded. It only happens when I’m not with Torsten, though. Maybe because he’s six years older.
Comment by Jess — January 21, 2010 @ 10:49 am
i’ve definitely reached that age where i’m HOPING to get carded, PLEASE THINK I NEED TO BE CARDED. as opposed to my entire mid-20s when it was a total drag and annoying to be carded all the time. not so much anymore
Comment by Alice — January 21, 2010 @ 10:53 am
Nice!!
Comment by Nowheymama — January 21, 2010 @ 11:07 am
Are we rich???
Comment by Jason — January 21, 2010 @ 12:19 pm
I bought a lottery ticket the other week because it was Sunday and I needed change. I had my three-year-old with me and I felt like I was being judged! No one carded me, though.
Comment by kirida — January 21, 2010 @ 1:44 pm