A few days ago I was at Target to buy, among other things, a bottle of Skinnygirl Margarita for my wife, and the cashier, a woman in her mid to late twenties, carded me.
Flattered? No. At my best, I look like I'm in my early 40s. Annoyed? Yes. I had to pull out my drivers license upon which it was scanned through a machine.
What kind of paranoia has the Target management instilled in their employees that they're carding a 50-year-old. It's beyond flattery. It's absurd.