Got ID?

Fourteen is the big number for today.

Nope.

That's not the final count on the ManBoxes, but I did tag at least that many boxes in the basement yesterday.

Today is Laze-E's 14th birthday. She's not really excited about 14 but by the fact that it could be legally possible for her to drive in 24 months.

I keep telling her legally doesn't mean reality.

Thankfully, she wasn't informing me she could legally drink in only seven years. So, I must be doing something right in this parenting game called motherhood.

Anyway, I was at our local Walmart picking up a few household supplies & party stuff for tomorrow night. I could go off on a tangent about how there are no SuperWalmarts around these parts, but I'll say that whine for a later date.

So, here I am at a regular Walmart at the check-out line getting all my purchases rung up by a lady who looked way older than me. Granted, she could be way younger than my assumption & I know this because I've been watching more than my fair share of 10 Years Younger on TLC daytime.

All of my items were scanning quite nicely . . . beep . . . beep . . . beep . . . beep . . .

BUZZ!

CashierLady looked at the 4-pack of individual screw top bottles of Merlot quizzically.

And, then looked at me.

Then looked at me again with squinty eyes, totally scrutinizing my every sign of aging.

I remained all smug while I stared her down. Yes ma'am, I just colored my roots, I've been staying out of the sun, I'm a sunscreen/moisturizer wearing fool, microderm abrasion is my new best friend & I do not believe you will find any mom jeans on this fine behind.

I really thought that she was going to let me off with a warning, but noooooo! She asked to see some sort of identification.

Seriously, friends, this is not flattery. If I was to split into two people, one would be old enough to drink & the other old enough to drive. This was just a cashier being a pain in the butt.

After 3 minutes of digging around in my wallet, I did manage to produce a Texas driver's license with proof of age. There! Take that! And, give me the Merlot, thankyouverymuch!

After being overly interested in my birth month (I guess anyone born in December is good to go on the vino) CashierLady hands over the Merlot & other items I have purchased.

Like whole wheat, whole grain bread.

And, heart healthy buttery flavored spread.

And, laxatives.

Yeah, I know. Even sans crows feet, age spots & gray hairs my shopping cart should have served as a big fat clue that I am not a member of the under 20 crowd.

Had I have been purchasing Cheetos, Skittles & berry flavored wine coolers CashierLady may have been on a legitimate expedition to uphold the law.

At what point does being carded cease to be charming & become a joke? Personally, I think that age is about 30.

Do you think cashiers card Oma coming through the line in her motorized scooter when she purchases Fix-a-Dent, Depends, Metamucil & a box of White Zin? Probably.

Does an AARP card serve as proper identification? Who knows?

But, I can tell you one thing. Laze-E probably could have been in & out of there in 2 minutes flat with wine coolers and without getting carded.