oh puhleaz!
you have a boyish face and grin to boot.

Thank god the woman’s job doesn’t rely on tips or else she’d be starving. One word: commit! Once you’ve asked for the id, it doesn’t matter if you then realize you made a mistake. You go with it and you smile. That’s the rule. I know. I have the handbook.

I still get carded for rated R movies. Last week when the girl saw my age she actually apologized for carding me.

quik-e-mart guy cards me when I stop for my quarterly beer from there. then he (always) says ‘whoa, you are older than i am!’ He looks about 65.

my twenty-something friend is still fuming about not getting carded after following me in to the fillmore (yes, i got carded.) I tried to tell her she just got the ‘cute-girl-pass’ but she thinks I’m just being a jerk, as usual.

you should see someone about potato chip face, that sounds like it could be dangerous.

I’m trying to think of something… anything… sexier than laugh lines. I can’t do it. There’s nothing.

I am thirty-two and have been carded while my 8-years-younger boyfriend gets waved through…

And it’s not men doing this so I am pretty sure it’s not a pick-up attempt.

I’m 38 and vaguely resemble the Bitter Beer Face Guy so I couldn’t believe it when I got carded at AppleBee’s.  Prior to this, I hadn’t been carded since I was 19.  That’s what I get for going to company outings at AppleBee’s… that and an upset tummy.

see you? you have the subtlety.  whenever i get carded, and it’s still often enough that i notice it with some embarrassment, i respond with great giddiness and gratitude.

salesclerk : can i see your ID?

me : YES ! YES ! and THANK YOU for ASKING ! do you know how much this MEANS?  i am *SO* over-21 !

salesclerk : euh ...

me : isn’t it a *pretty* ID picture?  with NO grey hair ! and that little barrette ! don’t you even want to check the birthdate? hey? hello?  LOOK !

it gives the whole thing away.  your subtle smiley approach is much better.  kudos.

Getting carded is such a pleasure, such a joy. I usually ask if the gray in the beard doesn’t give it away. And I know it ain’t no pick up whether guy or gal. I still feel good for days afterward; it’s almost better than the afterglow of sex.

Might be time for some botox, takes the smile away completely.

Once a neighbor called to me on the street and then said “I was telling your son...uh...” and then must have realized I was not the guy’s father. The worst part was that I was 29 or so at the time and he was 27! And even though he looked young, the youngest he would look was 16 or so, so what the hell does THAT make ME??!

Sorry, I didn’t realize that was unclear. The guy my neighbor thought was my “son” was actually my housemate.