today i bought a bottle of cough medicine at my local pharmacy. because of some popular active ingredient in it, the cashier is required to ask for and record the buyer's date of birth. now really, i am quite obviously of age for these matters and i am always a tad miffed by this request. my age is simply no one's business. so i rolled my eyes dramatically and blatantly lied about my age, trimming
eighteen years from it. and not only did the clerk believe me, she called me
ma'am!
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That is so funny, hon. A delightful turn of events. It made me laugh too.
When my father was asked his age he would often claim not to remember and make up some number - years older than he was, people would do a double take and say "You look marvellous on it." He became quite disappointed when no-one said anything to him!
I have read where people sign Santa Claus or Brer RAbbit on there credit card bills and they go through without a blip.
i wonder how many years we would have to trim to get back to 'miss'. oh well....
nance
I would like to try and take 16 years of my age and see if I could get away with it. I can't really fool myself into believing that I could get away with it. I wish I could, though.
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