One expects to be carded when they go into a store or bar to buy alcohol. There’s nothing wrong with that. They’re just doing there job.

But yesterday I actually got carded…wait for it…for buying a lotto ticket. I don’t know how many lotto tickets I’ve bought in the pastbut I know I have NEVER been carded before by anyone. I was so surprised that I almost blurted out “Why?” when he asked for my license. I’m pretty sure he was just being a prick. I sighed and took out my wallet. Then he asked me to pull it out of the wallet and sighed again and did as he asked. He poured over it as if he were translating Latin. “When were you born?” With my snottiest tone I shot back, “August 25th Nineteen Eighty-ONE.” “This picture doesn’t look like you.” “That’s because I was 17 when it was taken. You might notice that I don’t look SEVENTEEN anymore.” What a jerk. I mean, come on, I only wanted ONE ticket. It’s not like I was showing signs of gambling addiction or anything.