Maybe I Do Belong at the Kids' Table

I just went to buy champagne for The Doctor's anniversary dinner tonight. I spent a long time looing at all the selections because I wanted to get a "dry" champagne. Technically, I bought a dry sparkling wine since it is from Spain, not that snobby area of France. Anyway, when I plopped down my $8.00 (fancy schmancy!), I could tell that the haggard older man was eyeing me funny-like. After taking my money, he looked back at me once more and said, "I gotta see your ID, just to be safe."

Granted, I was not wearing make-up and I did not reek of cigarettes like most of his patrons. But come on. I pulled it out with a sly smile and said, "I'll be 34 tomorrow." His eyes got really big when he said, "Well, you look good." I replied, "No, I just haven't abused my body like the rest of the trashy people in this store."

Well, it's all true up to that last line. I only thought that...