This past week, I went to Target with my soon-to-be 15-year-old son to buy the new Batman video game. The game is rated ‘mature’, so my son gave me his money so I could purchase it since he is under 18. When I handed the cashier — a guy who was probably in his early twenties — the money, he said, “Could I see some ID please?” I was confused because I thought he was asking my son for his ID.
I told the cashier, “I’m the one buying it.”
“Yes, I know,” he replied. “But I need to see your ID.”
I glanced at him and asked, “Seriously?”
“You have to be over 18 to buy it.”
I narrowed my eyes at him, as if to tell him to stop playing with me or patronizing me or whatever he was doing. “Come on,” I said.
“We have to make sure you are over 18.”
Ok, I would have been flattered had it not been so outrageously obvious that I was definitely over 18. If I had to have been over 40 and he was carding me, then THAT would have been flattering because 40 was a hell of a … Continue reading..Go to Getting Carded at 53 by Sharon O’Donnell