I was carded last night…felt pretty good really. We went to the album debut concert of "The Working Title", a band fronted by one our pastor’s sons. Before I could get in I had to have identification proof that I was born before 1985. It made me feel good that they had to ask.
I got carded once when I tried to by a 6-pack of IBC Root Beer at a grocery store. I proffered the ID, but I thought it was a bit strict especially because I was in my mid 30's with a goatee at the time. The clerk was horribly embarrassed by the whole thing.
Comment by Chris Cree — July 19, 2006 @ 6:50 pm