says it all, really

on the eve of my 38th birthday, i stop at the grocery store for beer and curry paste. as i place my items on the counter, the clerk eyes me and says, "can i see some ID please?"

i manage a hollow laugh.

"just kidding!" he says, and scans the beer.

i was going to post a long, angst-filled screed about how i'm only two years from going my entire 30s without having sex, but after that, i don't think i really need to.