I bought a bottle of wine today, and the clerk asked for my ID.
I laughed because it’s been quite a long time since I’ve been carded. Then I asked if she cards everyone.
She said she asks for ID from anyone who looks under forty-five.
I was born in 1961.
Let me do the math for you: I’m fifty-four.
Not an exciting event for you, perhaps, but it was for me.