I.D., please

Saturday night I stopped in a deli on 35th street to buy alcohol to bring to a party. The cashier asked to see my ID. I gave it to him and he looked at it a full minute, turning it this way and that before looking up at me. "'71?" he asked. I nodded. "So old!" he said. "But look so young!"
Posted by eku at June 26, 2005 11:15 PM