On my first trip to the ‘liquor store’ back in August, I was surprised to be asked for ID to show that I was over 21. I was momentarily flattered until my roommate set me straight by explaining that by law they have to ask everyone for ID. In the weeks since, I have been asked a number of times for my ID, both here and in NYC, and I have learned enough not to take this as a compliment. But last night this ritual had a different outcome.
I was out to dinner with two friends from my ‘program’* both radiating the stunning beauty of girls in their mid-20s. They know I am older, but we don’t really talk about it. When we came to order our drinks the conversation went like this:
Friend 1: I’ll have a glass of Riesling please.
Waitress: Can I see your ID please?
(Friend hands her ID over, it is examined and returned)
Me: I’ll have a glass of Chardonnay please.
(Takes menus from us and walks off).
*Over here they call your uni course a ‘program’. As in “What program are you studying?”