10 or so, in just 2?

I’ve been in hiding. Also, I’ve been sad. And sulky. (Well, not really. But a little drama never hurt anyone; did it?)

It is no secret that I’m on the wrong side of the big three oh. Much as I hate to admit, I have been here nearly two years now.

Three days after that milestone birthday, I was shopping by myself for a dinner party at my place. I picked up the party necessities – food and drink – at a supermarket and headed to the till. The check-out clerk said, “Can I see a photo id please?”. I couldn’t believe my ears. I stared for a second and blurted, “I turned thirty a couple of days ago!”. She didn’t bat an eyelid. “Consider it a compliment, ma’am.” she said dryly, “It is our policy. I do need to see an id before I can let you buy these bottles.”