On Saturday, I went to the HEB to pick up a couple of things and stopped for a vendor sample of Merlot. There was a sign on the front of her table that read: “Parents must be present for sample.” I walked up and said, “I’d like to try a sample, but my parents aren’t here with me.”
The vendor-lady became flustered and replied, “Do you have a driver’s license?”
“You’re joking, right? I was joking. I mean, I’m old enough to have children of legal age.”
“Well, I wasn’t worried about it when you first walked up, but now that you got me thinking, I really can’t tell how old you are, so, you know, just to be safe.”
I really couldn’t believe I was being carded at a vendor booth for a tablespoon of Merlot, but I handed over my I.D. and thanked her for making my day by buying 2 bottles.
I got home and relayed the story to my quick-witted other half, “Hey, Chuck, I got carded at the HEB at a wine-tasting table.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, the vendor said she couldn’t tell how old I was without...,”
“Carbon dating?”
Ooh, he’s quick.