Beer Run!

So I was a nice wife and stopped to get my dear husband beer this evening on my way home from the store. I have been to the beer distributor a few times in my life, but not many. I wandered into the cooler, picked a box that looked familiar and took it to the counter. Beer man was watching a hockey game that he tore himself away from to ring me up.

I hoisted the rather heavy case to the counter top and he asked how my evening was. I said it was nice thank you and then bless his heart...he asked to see my I.D.!!!!! I laughed and thanked him for making my night. He actually did a double take between my license and my face! I told him that I was way past the legal age and he looked skeptical. I also told him that when I was 21, I would have never left the house looking like I did. Not that I was dressed poorly, but let's face it, in my younger years I spent a bit more time making myself presentable before going into public. Nowadays, if I have on a top, pants and 2 shoes that match, it's all good.

So as I put the beer between the tow carseats in my car, I got a good chuckle out of the whole exchange. Nothing better than a trip for big girl underpants and beer on a Saturday night!