You know what grinds my gears? It’s being carded for the stupid things in life. I can understand someone asking for an ID if I’m purchasing alcohol – I mean, I look like I’m right around the age of 21, so better safe than sorry. However, I’m not 21. I’m 25. Yessir – April of 1983. So why am I upset with being carded?
I was recently carded at a movie theater. You read correctly – a freakin movie theater. According to the MPAA rating system (which is a flawed system from a flawed company), I need to be over 17 OR with a legal guardian/parent. Since I was paying with a credit card, I figured maybe they needed to see my ID for that. But no, they only wanted to make sure I was over the age of 17.
I’m 6′ 4″
I have facial hair
I’m paying with a credit card
My fiance is getting popcorn – and she’s beautiful
I get carded because I don’t look over 17? Seriously?
Here’s what I don’t get: why wouldn’t I use a student discount then? Hell, it would save me $4 (a gallon of gas) if I did. Do they think I’m a 16 year old high school drop out? People please!
And that’s what grinds my gears.