I was feeling a little nostalgic as I walked into my old liquor store the other day. I've always been an admirer because they have a huge wall of half-priced wines and the place is called Big Top Liquors, which is an incredible name for a liquor store. But mostly I felt nostalgic because it's the place I frequented in my early alcohol-purchasing days.
On weekends they have a police officer stationed at the entrance to card people as they enter. I've pretty much always been at that awkward—are they or aren't they going to card me?—stage. Like a few weeks after I turned 21 and I really, really just couldn't make up my mind and by the time I had, I had mistakenly put my id back in my wallet. "Whoops!" I said reaching for my purse. "I just put my id away."
"That's okay," the somewhere between 25- and 28-year-old waiter (it was soooo long ago) said, "that won't be necessary." He laughed and waved the idea away as if it was nonsense. He laughed at me for thinking I would get carded. A few weeks after turning 21.
I did not like how that felt.
Since then I've always simply had my card at the ready. Just sort of there, passively lingering in the outskirts of their peripheral: if they so desire, they may reach for it; if not, I try and console myself with the lie everyone tells me—when I'm 50 everyone will be SHOCKED that I'm 50. (Perhaps you're shocked to discover that this isn't even remotely comforting to a 30-year-old.)
Anyways, so walking into Big Top, there he was—a police officer stationed to card patrons as they entered. He didn't look directly at me but I slowed and lazily reached for my wallet just in case. When his eyes met mine, I asked him, "Are you carding people at the door?"
He looked at me not with respect. Not with amusement. It wasn't even confusion. The guy looked at me with disgust.
"People who look like they're under 21," he shot back as if he was utterly confounded at my question.
Disgust, people. The guy looked at me with disgust.
And just in case you're new to this blog and haven't had a chance to explore the myriad of photos I post of myself... I look like this:
|A face that elicits disgust from law enforcement. Apparently 75 years old.|