I got asked for my I.D. at the market. Now, you should know I don’t drink alcohol, I was buying kombucha. Yep, you heard that right… kombucha.
See, there are two types of kombucha from a specific brand I like: The original, brewed style that has a trace amount of alcohol in it (you don’t really get a buzz off it, but they have to label it as such), and the kind that has the alcohol taken out of it. The original brew containing alcohol tastes way better, which is the one I was purchasing, so when I previously said I didn’t drink alcohol, I was lying.
That’s what kombucha alcoholics do, we can’t be trusted.
I don’t like drinking regular alcohol, partly because of the after effects, but mostly because of the during effects. I don’t like having loss of control over what I say and do. Yes, I realize sometimes I write things that are, um… opinionated. Okay, so it’s more than being opinionated, I get it. Okay, so it’s not sometimes, it’s all the fucking time. No, I do not have Tourette Syndrome, but thanks for asking, asshole!
ahem…
Look, it’s a compulsion, the truth comes spilling out and I lose all sense of composure, it’s like taking a few shots of Kamikazes. The difference is the delete button… now if I could just find it *snicker* *snort*
I used to drink. Looking back, I acted like a real asshole; a funny one, but an asshole nonetheless. Thank God I’m not like that anymore.
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I’m just glad there was no such thing as Facebook and Instagram and all the other stupid social networking apps, my reputation would be fucked. Nowadays, my idea of having fun and partying is to walk through a puff of second hand smoke while drinking a kombucha, which, now that I think about it, is also fucking up my reputation.
It’s okay, people still think I’m a slut.
But back to getting carded: after the check out guy asked me for my I.D., I laughed, but he just looked at me with a straight face, so I said “You’re joking me, right?” to which he replied “No. It’s a new thing. We’re really cracking down on checking I.D.s now.”
… for kombucha.
This is ridiculous, I’m not even close to being underage.
I’m old enough to be his never mind how old I am I’m fifty two and so goddamn what?
Then the lady bagging my groceries asked me “Isn’t that a compliment though, to get asked for your I.D.?” and I replied “No, it’s not.” because it isn’t, and I’ll tell you why: I’m clearly well over twenty one year’s of age, and one can ascertain that just by looking at me. So if someone’s asking me for I.D., it’s because they were told they have to, not because I could be mistaken for someone younger, and so they ask me just in case, complimenting me in the process.
It’s not a compliment. You wanna compliment me? Tell me how hot I look, how you love older women, that you know I’m not a slut and you love how I tell it like it is, then tell me the fucking chocolates are on sale and what aisle they’re on!
Clever Girl Writes... 
Older women are great. Unfortunately with me also being 52 you aren’t older so um… I love how you tell it like it is. 😉
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We’re underrated… and some of us are drunk
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That must have taken many gallons of kombucha… will the next post be about peeing for three days straight?
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Now it will be
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Nice material ….
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Thanks, I wrote it when I was drinking… kombucha
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He he. The chocolates are on isle five, and yeah, older women rock.
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I like to think so
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But what about the chocolates? Don’t leave me hanging!
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Hmm, maybe don’t use the word “hanging” when addressing an older woman
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Enjoy all your stories! Cheers 🥂
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Thanks Suzana
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You: Why are you asking for my ID?
Clerk: I heard my manager exclaim, “who the hell drinks kombucha?”
You: Yeah?
Clerk: So now I can tell her.
sorry….. 🙂
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Yep, irritable, sober, chocolate eating, older ladies
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Omg do you have to be legal drinking age to buy kombucha?? Someone told me I didn’t look of age the other day (and I’m only a few years older) but I was still like come on you have to be bullshitting I definitely don’t look 19.
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Well the kind that contains alcohol, yes. Even though it doesn’t get you buzzed… that much
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You wrote that like a woman half your age… well, half of it, anyway… so it evens out…
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…is what I keep telling myself
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Bwahahaha! I was at a club in the spring and, because it was an all ages event, they told me at the door I had to produce ID so they could slap on a wristband so the bartenders would know BY LOOKING AT ME it was OK for me to be served. I said “Are you fucking kidding me?!” (They were, but I still had to wear the wristband.) But this kombucha story beats even that one!
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It’s the cross we have to bear being hot looking
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So true. The struggle is real, bitches!
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Love it!
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Thanks
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This post was a scream! I enjoyed reading it. For the record, my wife is 59 next month and 15 and a half months older than myself so I can fully attest to how great older women are.
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We’re a dying breed… pun intended
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LMAO!
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