This weekend, I was in the check-out line at my favorite store, Trader Joe's, and the man behind the counter asked me for my ID as he rang the two bottles of wine I had placed in my overflowing basket. My response: "Are you f%^&ing kidding me?"

Radical Mommy: Now, I know some women might be flattered by a young buck carding them to buy wine -- but I thought it was one of the most insulting and embarrassing moments I've had in a long time, so much so that I am considering never going back to that store.
Not to brag -- but I think I look pretty good for my age, as I was born in the late 60s. But there is no way in hell I look under 30, and absolutely NO FREAKIN' WAY that I look under 21. Like I said, I think I look good for MY age -- but I don't look a couple decades younger than it.
Now when I said, "Are you f***ing kidding me?" to the guy behind the register, he actually had the nerve to say something along the lines of, "Must be good moisturizer." Well, that nearly sent me round the bend -- I mean, are you seriously telling me that you think I look nearly 20 years younger than I am because I slather white goop all over my face? I think not -- IDIOT!
Some women might like to fool themselves into thinking that they look under 21, but I'm not one of them. I definitely don't need some fool, who is either SOOO stupid he can't see the crow's-feet and laugh lines that are etched into my face, or feels so sorry for me, to throw me the "Can I see your ID" bone.
The reason I found it so embarrassing is because there were a lot of people around, people who weren't stupid enough to think that someone who was buying $200 worth of groceries, including lots of kids' food and drinks, would be trying to sneak two bottles of wine into the mix because she was underage. It made me feel ridiculous, because I don't want people thinking that I would ever be flattered by such an asinine comment -- or better yet, a blatant lie.
The whole embarrassing incident started me thinking that there actually might be some sort of evil store policy where the employees are told to "Make a fading, over-the-hill beauty's day -- card her." (And people, I am not saying I am, or ever was, a "beauty," but I know I am relatively attractive -- so spare me the hate!)
All in all, the experience made me feel horrible and ugly and old (and fat) -- am I crazy? Has this ever happened to you at Trader Joe's? Tell me your stories.
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