| inigopete ( @ 2007-02-14 20:07:00 |
id
For probably the last time in my life, I've just been asked for ID while buying alcohol.
The conversation went something like this:
I feel somewhat bemused. And slightly flattered.
For probably the last time in my life, I've just been asked for ID while buying alcohol.
The conversation went something like this:
Cashier: Alright boss.
me: Hiya.
C: Just these yeah?
me: Yes please.
C: How old are you?
me: I'm, um, (tries to remember) 29. I'll be 30 next month.
C: Do you have any ID?
me: um... actually, no. I'm going to pay with my own credit card,
if that helps.
And I know it's not actually ID, but I'm starting to go grey.
See?
C: Oh, right, yeah. Well, had to check yeah?I feel somewhat bemused. And slightly flattered.