I got carded this evening at Wild Oats for the two 6-packs of beer I was buying … and I was insulted.

I mean, I know I have a young-ish looking face, but I haven’t looked like I was in my early twenties for a long time (the grey in what little hair and beard I have is generally a give-away) … it may seem backwards, but being asked to show ID reminds me of how old I really am, rather than making me feel better.