When I started this blog in the final weeks of 2013, I was , as my About section states, nearing thirty years of living on this blue and green (and increasingly grey) celestial body we call Earth. By now I have passed that line and am less than half a year away from adding an I to that triple X. Despite really not that old an age, it’s one of those times in peoples’ lives where they tend to stand still and do some reflecting, looking back on the years that went before, with pride at what they have achieved and with disappointment at they haven’t. Planning for what lies ahead may also occasionally pop its head around the corner.
While I’ve certainly been doing some pondering of my own, that will not be the subject for the day, not precisely. Let’s talk, rather, about an amusing encounter I had today. Being nearly out of bread, as you tend to be, I decided to pay the supermarket a quick visit.
On my way there I took along some cooking ingredients, some licorice that was on sale (and I wonder why I getting in shape is taking as long as it is!) and what did I suddenly spy with my little eye as I passed the liquor section? Why ’twas none other than a bottle of Martini, one of my favourite inebriation inducing beverages! It had been quite a while since I last had one, so I thought to myself: hey, taking one won’t hurt (and it didn’t, probably to the disappointment of some of you ^_^)! And so I took one. With my basket filled with what all things I needed (and some that I didn’t) I made my way to the cash register. As it was my turn the cashier suddenly asked me an unexpected question: are you really older than twenty-five?
Now, here in the Netherlands, people of eighteen and older can buy alcohol, but cashiers are still obligated to ask identification if a customer purchasing alcohol looks younger than twenty-five (because people apparently don’t age between age eighteen and twenty-five, or something). Let’s pull back to that first paragraph over there… Yeah, still thirty’s alright. Interesting… I knew shaving my beard (it’s temporary, different story) took away a few years, but this? It was certainly unexpected, to say the least, but when I got beyond my confuzzlement, showed my ID (seeing a missed opportunity for a Star Wars reference now…) and payed for the groceries I continued my way home, more than a little amused. Hey, if this is what I look like at thirty, I might just be ending up on a list like this somewhere down the line! And it does add some credibility to the long-standing (no, not really) theory that I, unbeknownst to myself, have the Fountain of Youth in my home somewhere. I wonder what age she thought I really was…
I know I don’t do stories like these that often, but I thought it was enjoyable enough to share. Plus, it was high time I’d get something a bit more cheerful in here. I hope you’ve been entertained with this little slice of daily life. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I must take my leave and skip along!