Getting Carded

I’m a huh-uuuuuuge movie fan. I buy them, rent them, and even have a large room dedicated to watching them with surround sound complete with very comfy reclining chairs (they even have a cup holder).
Since my mom has been ill we have been watching a lot of movies. So I go to the grocery store to buy some much needed strawberries and little cakes for dessert that night. On the way to the counter I see that there are a few new movies that have come out and decided to pick one up. Getting to the check-out, I put everything on the conveyor belt and the cashier asked for my ID. I was baffled. I didn’t buy any wine today. She says its for the movie, you have to be 18 to purchase this movie and they strictly enforce this rule. As I stood there with my right eyebrow raised, she continued with her tirade about underage kids watching inappropriate films. Feeling half-scolded like a 12 year old trying to buying a Hustler mag, I gave her my ID. I then thought to myself, why does she think I’m underage and then it hits me. I’m wearing my casual velor hoody and pants, white tennis shoes, and rocking my ponytail for all the scrunchie is worth. Not wearing make-up did not help my cause. I think she must have looked at my ID, then my face 5 times, as if I had a fake ID to buy “23″. I can think of many other things I wish I could have purchased when I was a kid. Now, I know everyone tells me to take this as a compliment but I’m turning 27 this month and its getting on my nerves. This mighty gate-keeper of the “R” rated movie finally let me pass before my Mom’s ice cream melted.

On my way to my car I hear rapid footsteps behind me and a . . . Read the rest of this blog entry here!