The Liquor Control Board of Ontario may now be my favourite place on earth. And for more than just the incredible array of single malt scotches that one can purchase there.
My friends and I were picking up a few libations and took them up to the cash. We were making jokes, being a little silly - hadn't seen each other in a bit - doing some catching up. The woman at the cash took one look at me and asked for my I.D.
Our disbelief was comical. I puffed up my chest, grinning, and gave her my driver's license. She literally did a double take. She then leaned over the counter to look closer at my face. Which, to be fair, was underneath this hat,
so maybe that's what threw her off, but that still meant that first glance - she thought I was 25 or under! TWENTY YEARS younger than I am!
She was chagrined. "You're only 7 years younger than me."
"It's probably the hat," I said, commiseratively, trying my best not to happy dance right in front of her. I did, however, pretty much do my "I got carded" dance all the way home.
Which means folks - silly hats? Can take 20 years off your appearance. Today I will be sporting a sombrero.