I need to see your I.D.

This is how I spent my allowance tonight. SAD FACE.

@postaday 307; #postaday2011.

This is a very late post for me. I can’t even hope to get 50 hits on it. But sometimes that which should be written doesn’t happen until later in the day.

I went to 7-11 to get gas and to get a beer to go with the McRib I was going to get next. I worked out  at 24-Hour Fitness Hawaii Kai. It was my dinner. And it’s the only McRib I’ll eat. Shoot me. I know. It’s so wrong.

I go in there and this darling senior woman behind the counter tells me she cannot sell me the one-pint Land Shark lager that I was soon to enjoy without proper identification.

I giggled. I was giddy! Imagine. In my work-out clothes, hair tousled and mussed, just another broad looking for a beer. Not lemonade. Not cherry wine. Not a Mickey’s. Not a 40.

As she slid her glasses up her nose and reviewed my Hawaii Driver’s License, she gave it a study and said, “You’re the same age as my daughter! She just turned 53.” Imagine that. “You’re gonna be 53 on December 12th. 12/12. Well, happy birthday, My Dear!”

I said thank you, I told her to tell her daughter happy birthday, and she sent me and my lone beer on my way. I just had it here at home. When I’m up to no good, it’s usually in a safe place. Heh.

By the way. Would anyone happen to know if gas tanks stop at $75 or was my van really that thirsty tonight? There goes my allowance!