Murphy's Law. I never get carded when I buy beer, wine, whathaveyou. The one time I go to the grocery store without my I.D. and try to pick up a bottle of wine? Yep. I'm not pissed. But, c'mon, there's no way in hell anyone thinks I'm under 21: this isn't a question of taking it as a compliment. I looked "older" when I was 21. Pretty sure I'm older than the girl who wouldn't sell me the wine. Now I'm sure the OLC has some sneaky kids with rapid aging diseases working for them. But they'd have to be pretty persistent to imbed me in the neighborhood to do all my shopping at the same store for over a year before I worked up to the sale.
Mrrr. Now I have to go back tomorrow to pick up wine. It's all too much. I have to go get one of the beers I bought without getting carded out of the fridge now and drink it to convince myself of absolutely nothing.
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