Today, I define happiness as being close to twice the legal drinking age and being carded. The best part was the fact that the woman didn’t even ask at first – she just looked at me as if what she wanted was totally apparent. After a few seconds she simply said “ID?” I thanked her, paid for my beverages, and moved on.
It’s a good day.
UPDATE: After seeing this license plate, I’m even happier that I feel this way just because of the date on my driver’s license.
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