Not being asked for i.d. anymore when I stop to buy a couple bottles of wine makes me feel old.

But yet the grocery clerk confused me for one of the twenty-something  Americorps volunteers.

She must have just seen the t-shirt, jeans and ponytail.  She must not have looked close enough to see the new wrinkles on the face and the bits of gray in the hair.

I love the grocery clerk.



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4 responses to “Pondering.

  1. ah yes, the good ol’ days of getting carded, i miss them so.

  2. I love getting carded. Even if it is a pain.

  3. Just today, as I walked away from my friend Anne she called after me ‘Hey Ciara, you look about fifteen!’ I know I don’t, but I love my friend Anne…!

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