Carded

I don’t look my age.  I’m 21, but I look about 14. If I’m lucky. This has been a little weird here in the UK because people think I’m too young to be on a university trip.  Well actually, stranger, I’m in my fourth year of university, thank you very much. Sigh.  Because of this contrast between my age and my appearance, it was decided a few days ago that it would be fun to go somewhere that required being carded/ided just to see what would happen. 

Well, that happened.  When we were in Edinburgh, a group of 4 of us went into a pub (restaurant) where you had to be 18, even if you wanted to just eat and not buy alcohol.  We made the unfortunate choice of sending me first into the restaurant, so of course they wanted to check my id. I provided my driver’s license and it was rejected, probably because it was an American driver’s license and the waitress didn’t recognize it. She wanted my passport, but I don’t carry that with me. Well, we didn’t want to eat there that badly anyway and so we went somewhere else. 

Yes folks, that is my life. I am old enough to be in certain places and they still won’t let me. Sigh.

I’ve been told for years now that I’ll be thankful for this whole looking younger business when I’m older.  I’m still waiting….

Until then, though…I guess I’ll just have to keep looking 14.

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