ID???? Are you joking?

I got ID'd today. Yup! Asked for ID. At my age!?

It wasn't in a bar (that would just be insane). It was buying cigarettes for Hubby. Something I DON'T normally do. No, really, I don't. There is something about actually physically buying the things that somehow is an indication to others that I condone it. And I don't. I am an ex-smoker, and I am completely and totally the typical ex-smoker. Loud and very vocal about how the things will kill you. But, that's another post for another time.

Today, when I went to the counter and asked for the ones in the gold package (because I seriously don't know what they call them anymore…you can’t say “light” because they aren’t “light”….they are called Mild or Tame or some sort of made up word) Anyways, she asked me for ID.
I chuckled (out loud), and said, "Wow! My husband is going to laugh when he hears this one!"
She said, "Well, we are supposed to ID anyone who looks to be around 30".
Now she didn't say I looked 30. She said "around 30". Which probably means 3 or 5 years older than 30....at least that's what I'm thinking.
Then, I smiled. A big smile.
I'm turning 45 in 2 months.
I haven't considered myself "around 30" for 10 or 12 years now.
I hate to admit it, but she kind of made my day!