It’s no secret that i look like i’m way younger than i am and that one day i’ll value that. Today, not so much. I am not in high school, nor college anymore. Just because i live in a small college town does not mean i go to school. I am a grown, professional adult, work two jobs and own two businesses to prove it. Oh, and my license can prove it too. So can my passport.
This past Saturday, my dad wanted my brother and i to give him numbers for the lottery (he’s an avid lotto player and will get numbers from anywhere). While on our spontaneous ice cream trip, we remembered to stop at the store and get tickets. My dad sent my brother and i inside the store to complete the mission. One problem: we didn’t bring our IDs. We tried anyway. After my brother’s failed attempt at purchasing one $1.00 ticket (like it’s going to hurt anyone for one losing ticket), i proceeded to the counter. Just as i laid my beautifully penciled-in choices on the counter, the sales lady, as if i weren’t standing right in front of her, whispers to her co-worker (who definately was younger than me) “Do you think she’s 18?” Seriously? 18? That’s just a little low for me, i think anyway. I replied with my proper age almost immediately and she just looked at her co-worker, as if awaiting his permission to actually sell me a ticket. He didn’t respond and she asked again. “What do you think?” At that point, i recited my birthdate and age. Her co-worker finally brought light to the situation and responded. “No one can come up with a date that quickly. I think she’s right.” Thank you. I’m glad i’m right about my own age.
I purchased the ticket and of course, didn’t win a dime. It’s always nice to hope though. My grandfather actually did win after playing the same numbers for years, and my grandmother is still living in the house he bought with the winnings. I just simply cannot believe it’s that complicated to purchase a dollar or two worth of lottery tickets. And it’s not the first time i’ve been carded for one either. It’s not the first time i’ve been seen as younger than i actually am. It’s not the 100th time i’ve been seen as younger than i actually am. When you get on an elevator the day after graduating college and are asked if you came from the high school to help out is enough to re-think graduating college. One day i’m sure it will be appreciated, but today it’s frustrating. I like being young, but not that young.
Come on Sweet World – 18?!