I assumed he was just trying to flatter me, and gave my usual response of, “thank you.” But then he came back with “I’m not sure I believe you,” and I was tempted to believe him. It would have been lovely, you know.
I think they train ’em to do that with the steady customers, or something. But of course I’m only stupid—not an idiot. I didn’t pull out any I.D. I just told him he was very, very sweet. I believe that got the point across. When I handed him five twenties he kind of smiled, murmured, “I guess these are okay,” and held them up to the light. Five twenties; not two fifties. I laughed, and told him he had a naturally suspicious mind.
What he really has is a tremendous facility for flattering old women.
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When I was a waiter, I always took the tables of middle-aged women because they ate up exactly this kind of thing. And I was goooood at it.
Um…I’m not comparing you to middle-aged women, of course. In fact, I don’t know why you’re even surprised some kid thought about carding you. He probably thought you were underaged, and he was flirting by letting you get away with it.
Old? you’re not old.
’cause if you’re old, I’m old. And I don’t feel old.
I was just talking about this same sort of thing the other day. I think maybe young guys are hitting on older women for the security blanket effect. These are troubling times you know. 😛
I’ve seen signs recently in the convenience stores around here stating that if you look a day younger than FORTY, they will card you.
I’ve yet to be carded. I am, of course, miffed.
(Is it the gray hairs in my temples and beard? Is it? Hmm?!)