At the ripe old age of twenty eight (minus three days), I am yet to find it flattering when I get id'd. I am also yet to remember to carry my drivers license. These two factors equal a very annoyed Nu and a large amount of unnecessary outings.
Last year I was id'd, and of course I had a noticeable lack of photo id. As a last ditch attempt, I decided to raise my fringe and show my wrinkles...it worked! Although on reflection I don't know if that's a good thing or not.
Well today I had gone into town solely on the hunt for disarrano. I got to the till, and all was fine until the dreaded question 'do you have id?'. No I don't have any id! I am nearly thirty! I have a mortgage, three cats, I'm getting a divorce and I apparently have enough wrinkles to disprove any teenage notions! No I do not have id! Do you?
This is the second time that this has happened to me in the past three months. Why do they never ask me when I have id? And why do they laugh and say how I should be thankful? I'm not laughing and I'm sure as hellfire not thankful. I am outraged.
I have now stomped down to the seafront, purchased a cinnamon donut (no id required there) and I'm now sitting on the jetty, wind tousling my hair, sun bleaching my eyes and with cinnamon everywhere. I don't believe this is a successful protest, but hey, I do like a good distraction :)
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