I live in a small town. Actually, I live in a rural area outside of a
small town. There are two liquor stores in my area (see, here in this
part of Canada you can only buy liquor at a designated store and not at
like, the gas station). One of these stores is closer to the other, so
that is the one I always go to. Note the always there.
I
am 27 years old. Legal drinking age in my province is 19. The sign on
the door says that if you look under 25, you can expect to be carded. I
understand this policy and have no problem with it, and frankly, it
bothers me when people get all annoyed over being ID'd when they're
buying alcohol. It takes two seconds to take your license out of your
wallet. Not a big deal.
However.
I know I look younger than I am, and hell yes, I am okay with that. My problem is that every
time I go to the same liquor store I always go to, they ask for my ID.
Small town, remember? The woman who works there most frequently
remembers where I bought my wallet (she asked one time and has since told me she went to the store and got one for herself) but can't
remember that she's asked me for my ID 10 times before?
And since
turning 27, they go ahead and ask for a second piece of ID, since they
don't believe the date on my license and figure it's a fake. This has
happened twice in two weeks. I know I might look slightly under 25, but I don't look under 19. And if I was under 19, I'm smart enough that I wouldn't have an ID that said I'm twenty seven.
So, lady at the liquor store today,
thank you for saying, "Well, jeez, you look way younger than you are!"
while an incredibly attractive guy stood behind me in line with his
bottle of expensive whiskey. I'm sure you thought my deadpan reply of, "Yeah, I know," was bitchy and unnecessary.
I'm old enough that I can be bitchy if I want to. I have the ID to prove it.
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