3.08.2007

Ponce de León, eat your heart out!

As I made my way home tonight from a mind-numbing day at the office, shivering and tired, I decided to stop in at the small supermarket near my apartment to pick up a six-pack of beer. With nothing more on my mind than how this small action would save me from having to trek out into the cold later on for the inevitable beer-run, I shuffled down the aisle and made my selection from the beer case.

I plunked the six-pack down on the cashier's counter and started rummaging through the bottomless pit that masquerades as my handbag when the cashier uttered a phrase that shocked me into a stupor:

"Can I see some I.D.?"


It seemed to take forever to fish that little laminated card out of my wallet, my hands were shaking so badly. What happened after that is a complete blur, because by the time I came to my senses, I was hanging up my coat in the living room.

Was that cashier completely insane? Or maybe she had poor eyesight? How else can I explain the fact that I've just been mistaken for someone half my age?

However.. there is one explanation that I would like to submit for your consideration, good people of the blogosphere. It may very well be that I have stumbled upon the fountain of youth. And its name is Yuengling.
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