Score!!

Last night, DH & I hung out on the patio of our favorite watering hole, and visited with all the staff and several customers. It's probably one of the few times we've ever interacted with other customers, LOL. Anyway, towards the end of the evening, a charming and attractive man who turned out to be in his early 30s assumed I was his age. ::g:: You should have seen his face when I said I was 42!

This morning, slightly hungover and headache-y, we went grocery shopping. DH wandered off while I was in the checkout line. The checker took one look at me and asked,

"may I see your ID?"

before he even began unloading my cart (2 six-packs, a bottle of wine and an experimental "box wine" because we've been hearing good things about the new products).

"Aren't you sweet?!" I reply, as I pull my wallet out of my purse. He looks at my ID and looks at me, and goes, "Oh. Okay." as he's turning a delicate shade of red.

Yes!! That totally made my day, and I made sure to let him know I appreciated the compliment. Apparently, I've still got it.