Dear Young Grocery Store Clerk,
It seems we need to have a little chat about proper etiquette, don’t you think?
The other day, I placed my boxes of wine on the conveyor belt, ready to show you my ID. But before I could even dig it out of my overstuffed purse, you hit the button, and the screen flashed: “Cashier Has Bypassed Age Validation.” Oh, the implications! Apparently, you think I look old enough to have a few decades behind me.
Now, I get it. According to the store’s policy, everyone under 30 needs to show ID when purchasing alcohol. So from your youthful perspective, I must appear to be in my thirties. But come on, a little generosity wouldn’t hurt—perhaps a quick glance at my weary eyes from sleepless nights and frantic grocery trips with kids would have clued you in.
Take a lesson from your more seasoned coworkers, who politely ask for proof of age, fully aware that I’ve certainly earned that wine through both law and life experiences. But you, my young friend, seemed more interested in rushing me through the line than showing me a bit of understanding. You see, I was just trying to navigate the aisles with a toddler in tow, all while trying to resist the temptation of that candy display at the checkout.
Let me remind you, with your youthful metabolism and carefree hair, that I once stood where you do now. I was once the bright-eyed young adult with the world at my feet, and that wasn’t long ago. So, how did I end up here, juggling two kids and a shopping list?
You don’t get to decide how old I look. I like to think I’m still in my late twenties, and while I know I’m no longer 21, a little leniency would be nice. I mean, can’t a woman catch a break? I know it’s a stretch to expect to look youthful forever, but a little acknowledgment of my efforts to maintain some semblance of youth would be appreciated.
Sure, I might have rolled my eyes when I had to dig out my ID from my wallet, but that was just for show. Inside, I was secretly thrilled that maybe my anti-aging products are working, and perhaps I’m just babysitting these little rascals. All it takes to make a thirtysomething happy is to indulge their youthful fantasy, right?
So, next time, just card me!
Sincerely,
Every Woman Aged 28–40
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In summary, let’s all remember that age is subjective. A little kindness and understanding can go a long way in making someone’s day a little brighter.
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