The cashier at the grocery store had to ask for my I.D. during check-out today. Knowing that I will probably be carded until I am age 90, I had it ready.
The cashier looked at my birth date, then at the photo, and then up at me, clearly disbelieving. He looked down at the photo again, back at me, back at the birthdate again, and back up at me.
I was about to ask if there was a problem when he shrugged and entered my birth date into the computer. He sighed as my purchase cleared.
“Well,” he said, “You just barely made it.”
Even official documents do not spare me.
(Also…how does a margin of six years constitute “barely making it”?)