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#137 When an employee asks you for ID, and you're well over the legal drinking age (by twenty years)

By this time, most likely, you’ve got cellulite marks spreading down the back of your thighs and without makeup, you look like the bride of Frankenstein who went on a bender the night before. You’re at a stage when it’s better to take out the light bulbs in the bathroom, or just leave the lights off altogether when it’s time to wash up in the morning and figure out how you’re going to mask the fact that you’ve acquired racoon eyes somewhere over the last ten years. So when you go to a concert or a bar, and the employee asks you for ID, despite the fact that you’ve been over the legal drinking age for over twenty years, THAT CHANGES EVERYTHING!


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