The Bone Doctor and went to a supermarket bottle shop, or offy or liquor store, whatever. She had a bottle of wine and I had half a dozen light beers. I said to her, I'll pay. As we plonked the goodies down on the counter and I was getting out money, the lad behind the counter said, ID please.
I looked at him blankly, not understanding why I would need ID. The Bone Doctor twigged and pulled out her driving licence. Although once eighteen you can buy alcohol, the store's policy is to ask anyone who looks under 25 for their ID.
I was somewhat gob smacked for a minute. The Bone Doctor is 32 and a surgeon or registrar or something at our major Melbourne hospital. How could she be asked for ID?
As we collected the paid for goodies, Bone Doctor said, thanks Uncle Andrew. I said back, bitch.
Of course she couldn't wait to get back to everyone and brag.
But later looking at her objectively, she could pass for under 25. Good to have a bit of a laugh on a sad day.