Last night I met up with a friend at a bar to see a band. I don't drink, but I go to bars now and then either to see bands or for karaoke. Last night something horrible happened. When I went entered the bar...I wasn't carded.At first I thought the guy sitting there just wasn't carding people, but when I passed by him later, I saw him carding some girls who were walking in. I gasped and stared. I was outraged.
It hit me, and it hit me hard. I look over 21. I mean, I obviously look over 21. There was no doubt in the carding guy's mind. I wanted to give him a piece of my mind, but I was afraid I'd look like the lady in the picture above.
I comforted myself by talking bad about the girls he carded, "why that whippersnapper just thinks they're young because they're dressed liked floozies!" Then I grabbed my walker, hitched up my knee socks, muttered "kids" under my breath, and marched back over to my table, trying to put the incident behind me.
{Sigh.} Good thing I have my AARP discounts to comfort me.
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remember when we wanted to look older?i think being older than the missionaries was when i started feeling older. T hat and the time the teenage bagger boy called me ma'am.
You don't look a day over 21! That guy was blind.
(don't succumb to the botox injections!)
can you seriously be the funniest person ever?!
lol. I think I met you when you were 21 and that was? yesterday :)
It seems to me you age very well
Mario
I still remember the first time a good-looking young man called me Ma'am. It was a terrible day.
I'm also traumatized by the ma'am factor...but not being carded on Saturday night, especially when I think the rule is to card anyone who looks under 40, well, that stung!! :)
I still think he actually thought you were under 21, but also thought you were cute, so he didn't card you as a way of flirting with you. Maybe, had you not waved your cane at him, he might have tried to buy you a drink...
Saturday afternoon one of my neighbors across the street called me "Sir". I told him to get off my lawn.
my favorite post yet. the last two sentences, priceless!
I, too, had such a harrowing experience in August. Put-in-Bay, bachelorette party... some of the ladies with me were old enough to be my mother, and yet, I was somehow not carded. I, too, have felt such a sting. And it is NOT pretty!
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