Teenager?

The lady at Walgreen’s seriously did not want to sell me tobacco today.

“Is that you?” as she’s turning my drivers’ license every which way.

“Um… yeah.” Duh. So my hair is down and I have glasses and I’m less tan. They make you take your glasses off for your ID photo in California apparently.

“You don’t look like you were born in ’79.”

“Uh… thanks?”

Gimmie my nicotine and EmergenC already.

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