so i am at kroger.
its the 4th of july.
we need beer.
its' an emergency situation.
i'm in the checkout line with
burger buns, corn and beer.
hello. a cookout in the making.
in the aftermath of what was a cluster
of a bike ride with my husband,
that kept us out a lot longer than we meant to be out;
i'm still in my bike shorts, top & cycling gloves.
i just grabbed my check card & keys and ran out the door.
as she scans the beer,
she says may i see your id?
and, if i actually had my id on me,
i would have been so totally i-am-nearly
40 flattered & would have been chatty and nice.
but i didn't have it on me.
i went on a tiny tirade.
oh. you're not serious.
i don't have it on me.
i just ran out of the house.
oh come on.
i'll be 40 in november
i have three kids.
oh come on!
you have got to be kidding me.
i want that beer.
so, as i stand in the kroger line beer-less,
i am just hoping i see someone i know
so they can buy beer for me.
but i figured everyone i knew was at home
having a beer.