This morning, around noon, I went to Kroger. I had four things on my list. My list looked like this:
1. Microwaveable food
And maybe it says something about me, but I needed that list to make sure that I didn’t forget anything.
I collected all of the things on my list and stood in the fifteen items of less line. The tall, lanky nerd guy was running the cash register. I knew the tall, lanky nerd guy because he talked down to me one time about self-checkout and my cucumber purchase.
The lady in front of my had a few things. She had two avocados. She had an individually packaged slice of cheesecake. She had three giant bottles of wine. He asked to see her ID. She was probably 75 years old.
My things moved up the conveyor belt. He didn’t ask to see my ID, but I showed it to him anyway, because I have age hubris.
He said, “You’re the first 21 year old from 1990 that I have seen.” He was laughing as he said it.
“How old are you?” I asked.
“23,” he answered.