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You sweet talker, you

Never know what will happen during a day that will bring a smile to one's face. Today, it happened for me.

While checking out at the grocery store, the employee proceeded to scan my items one by one. He might've been in high school. Maybe college. Certainly no older. If I'd had an unexpected "accident" in high school, my child might've been his buddy. At any rate, this young man went to scan the bottle of shiraz I'd picked out for my husband (my nectar-loving days being over at risk of screwing up my lithium levels...since they're oh-so-effective at present).

And the young man said the most glorious phrase a woman approaching 35 can hear.

I laughed. I thanked him. I may have blessed him. I might have reached right over the scanner and kissed him, if it wouldn't have caused a scene.

Those words?

Can I see some I.D.?

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Brianne said…
Ah yes. :) We had to ask people for their ID if they looked younger than 35 at Outback. Lots of people loved it.
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