I got carded at the grocery store, where among my purchases were two bottles of locally made blueberry wine. The cashier asked to see my ID, which I gladly produced.

She seemed surprised, wide-eyed, and said "you wear it well, dear."

Usually I get carded by the young, fresh meat cashiers. This was an older lady, a pro. The kind that can scan a belt full of stuff and bag it perfectly.

I now give myself a standing ovation.

*cheers and does the Arsenio Hall arm pump*