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.
hehehe :)
And I finally found our difference - you're older than me! LMAO :)
Posted by: angi | October 19, 2008 at 02:25 PM
Hi Mary, we recently met at BlogHer in Washington, DC. I was born in 1970, too, and despite having can't miss 'em grey hairs all over my head, I still get carded and get the double-take like its a fake ID (weight maybe, but not age). Good for you! Now, if they'll only stop calling me ma'am.
Posted by: pwoodsclark | October 20, 2008 at 01:10 PM
WHen I was 8 months' pregnant with baby #3, I got carded at the grocery store while trying to buy a case of beer for a party we were having. Apparently the clerk was more concerned about selling beer to an underaged person than she was to a pregnant one.
Posted by: hokgardner | October 21, 2008 at 12:13 PM
Haha! Cute story. Great compliment! You do look young ;)
Posted by: Stacy | October 23, 2008 at 01:03 PM