After that, I get my groceries, and am over the 20 limit for the fast aisle. Amazingly enough, little old Asian lady in Lane 3 has no one there. Score! I hurry over to her and start unloading my stuff onto the conveyor belt. I'm just laying that stuff out there as fast as possible, because well, it's Wallyworld and the longer I'm in there the greater the chance I see something otherworldly and start laughing hysterically, and I don't want to be rude.
So, while I'm studiously ignoring the other Wallyworlders, a voice comes out of the blue asking for a card. I assume the lady wants my Debit card. Then I track back quickly in my brain and am stumped.
She has asked me for my ID card. I'm furiously thinking... WTF? I'm not buying booze, I don't smoke anymore... LIGHTBULB goes off in my head. And I choke out:
"You want my ID card?" Lady says, "Yes." And I start laughing. Loudly.
I look at her and mid-laugh say: "That is the first time I've ever been carded for a movie."
Old School is rated R you see, and you have to be 17 to purchase it. I continue laughing, and she just says... "Well, it's a good thing... right?"
I am 28 (29 in 4 months) and I got carded for a movie.

When o when will my puberty hit and I won't look like a fresh-faced, angst filled teenager anymore?