At the age of 28, I went to our local off licence (which I visited regularly with the children) to buy a bottle of cider. It was the first time I was asked and it had been legal for me to buy alcohol for 10 years. I had nothing with me to prove my age, but managed to purchase the cider anyway - probably more the result of my shocked response that I was 28 than anything. Don't think it would be a problem now, as at 38 I am definately going grey - and my husband just cannot understand why I don't want to dye it.
Age is notoriously difficult to estimate. I once worked in a library, where senior citizens (as they were then called) were entitled to waived fines on overdue books and we had to check their library tickets for eligibility. The number of times I had to apologise for asking to see the library ticket of those who were under the age limit. At least apologising to those where I had underestimated the age and asked for the money was easier. It wasn't just me that had the problem either. Karen, in Coventry Ruth wrote: Then I was very small and skinny when I was a young adult - and was so annoyed when people thought I was still a teenager when in fact I was in my twenties and married!! The crowning indignity was when, with a toddler by the hand and the newest baby on my hip, I went into the local butcher's shop to be asked: "what can I do for you, girlie??" To unsubscribe send email to [EMAIL PROTECTED] containing the line: unsubscribe lace-chat [EMAIL PROTECTED] For help, write to [EMAIL PROTECTED]
