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| Outside Tiffany's |
I got carded tonight, buying wine, which I don't mind at all. It will be a sad day when I don't get carded.
The cashier looked at my ID and said, "Whoa, sorry!" Apparently she was apologizing for taking me to be much younger than 3-days-shy-of-34, which I don't mind, either. Wanna assume I'm in my mid-twenties? Be my guest.
The cashier then went on to share a story about how - when she was very pregnant with her daughter - a motor vehiclist had seen her from behind and honked his car horn at her. A somewhat slim sequitur from our present situation, but I appreciated her sharing a moment from her life.
I like feeling young; I like hearing strangers' stories. Here's to more of both in the new year...
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