Yesterday I was asked for ID when trying to see if my lottery ticket was a winner.
"Honey, you don't look 18"
The day before that I answered the phone and got:
"Can I talk to your mom?"
What the hell? I don't look THAT young do I? I guess I *sound* a little young.
I guess I'll appreciate it when I am older, blessed with the Suzanne Somers forever young fortune!
Oh yah. I didn't win any money. And my mother wasn't home.