So Ethan came with my husband and I to pick out some wine for dinner at another friend's place and we popped into a major grocery store. We got the wine and the smokes and proceeded to the check-out lane where Ethan, who was before us in the line, got carded.

Seeing that, I proceeded to dig out my passport from my bag. After all, Eth was 33 years old... a good few years older than me. So surely I wouldn't stand a chance with the ridiculously rigid legal age laws for alcohol and nicotine purchases here, right?

Wrong. When it came my turn, I waited for the cashier to ask for it. And I waited... and waited... and as she proceeded to scan the smokes and pass them on to the bagger, I lost my cool and flashed my opened passport with the picture page and practically climbed over the counter and knocked her out with the thing. I could have left an imprint of my face on her forehead. And she would have deserved it too.

What was she thinking? Not carding me when she carded a 33-year-old! HOW DARE THAT WOMAN!