Last night I stopped at a liquor/wine/beer store near my inlaws place in Hagertown to buy a couple bottles of wine. When I got to the counter with my selections, the clerk, who I'd guess was in his fifties, asked for my id.
I smirked a bit as I handed it to him. He looked at it closely, then as his eyes zeroed in on my year of birth they widened, and he said "1970?!? Holy Shit!" and then looked worried as though I might be offended or something, though whether he thought I'd be offended about being mistaken for younger or his use of colorful language, I don't know.
I just chuckled as I said, "Yeah, I'm a LOT older than I look," and went home to drink wine with my babyfaced husband.