Liquor Store

Yesterday, I was asked for ID at a liquor store.  I thought, I'm going to have a little fun with this.

I plucked my newly minted Medicare card from my wallet, and presented it to the cashier. She said,

"I need a photo ID."

I knew that, but I said anyway, "You mean to tell me, young lady, that this card, and my gray hair are not enough to pass the test?"

The about my age lady next in line overheard this, and started to chuckle.

I said to her, "get out your driver's license," as I produced mine for the clerk.

The boomer lady behind me said, "that's why I come here all the time.  They make me feel so young!"

Card one, card them all, I guess.  An age discrimination policy carried to absurdity.

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