CARDED

I’m 72, but apparently, I don’t look it. I don’t drink, but I keep some PBR around for a friend. I bought a 12-pack not long ago, and the young woman at the register asked me for my ID. I told her she had to be kidding, that I could be her grandfather. Being kind, she said no way. She really needed to ask; it was store policy. I started to get it, deciding it was flattering, not policy. She stopped me and remaining sweet; she said not necessary; I think you MIGHT be over 21.