I was a little grumpy this afternoon, so I decided to get out of the house for a while. That’s kind of an understatement – a little grumpy. That’s like saying a hurricane is a little breezy. But whatever, let’s pretend it was just a LITTLE grumpy.
So I drove to the grocery store. I was in an – uh, unpleasant – mood, so I headed right to the comfort sections: chips, nuts, wine, more wine, ok, one more bottle of wine.
I took my little basket to the checkout line. As the cashier scanned my items, he pulled out the first bottle of wine.
“Can I see your ID,” he said, giving me a hard stare.
“Really??!” I exclaimed, smiling, my mood improving instantly. “Sure!!” I continued, enthusiastically, fishing my license out of my wallet. I handed it over. He looked at it a really long time.
“Is everything okay?” I asked, uncertain of what exactly was going on.
“What’s your birthday?” he asked me. I told him. “Humph,” he said, and handed it back to me. He scanned the wine.
I stood there, confused. I probably had my eyebrow up, quizzically.
He looked up, with a strange expression on his face. “You just don’t look like you’re that old, that’s all.”
“Shut! UP!” I hollered, much too loud, in surprise. “Are you flirting with me or something?? Because I totally DO!” Seriously. No makeup, nap hair, and I was wearing my running clothes, for heaven’s sake. Plus today I’d tweezed my first gray eyebrow hair. Come ON, seriously??
I knew I’d pushed it too far, but my brain-mouth filter wasn’t quite working. I watched the poor guy turn beet red in embarrassment. “Uh, no ma’am,” he stammered, and spent a little too much time with that register receipt. “You just look younger,” he said, defensively, and then added automatically, “Thank you Ms. Wonder Woman,” handing me my bag.
I grinned from ear-to-ear on the way out, my mood totally lifted. Thanks, Awkward Cashier Man! 
