I went to TJ’s after work to pick up some chocolate and a bottle of wine to give to my co-workers for Christmas. When I walked up to the check-out, the following conversation unfolded.
Clerk: May I see proper documentation for the legal purchase of alcohol? (Translate: ID, please!)
Me: Yes, here you go!
C: (Looks once. Looks twice.) Oh. (Pause.) You know, you should get rid off your fake ID when you turn 21 and get a real one.
Me: Thanks for the advice. I guess, I need to do that then.
C: Oh, and also, you don’t have to make yourself older than 25 on your fake ID either.
I walked out giggling. It always cracks me up when that happens.
I wonder how long I can get away with it.