After working in the yard all day Saturday, Mr. Hester and I decided to go eat dinner at Chili's.  It was about 8:30 when we got there and were able to obtain a table right away.  We were very thirsty so we both ordered beers, cold Coors light in a bottle.  That’s when the waitperson decided that I needed to be carded.  Yes, that's right she needed to see my driver's license before she would serve me beer.

SERVER:  Ms., I need to see your driver’s license.

ME:  What? 

SERVER:  I need to see your license

ME:  But, but, I’m 40.

SERVER:  Ok, but I won’t serve you beer until I see it.

ME:  Um, ok, but I have to go out to the truck to get it.

SERVER:  Ok, go get it.

So I get the keys from Mr. Hester, get my license out of the truck and walk back inside grinning from ear to ear.

ME:  Here

SERVER:  Sorry, but I have to card anyone who looks under 30.

ME:  Ummmm, under 30, that’s ok.

Mr. Hester:  Don’t you want to card me

SERVER: (looking him in the eye) No!

Now this is really, really funny because Mr. Hester is only 32 and I am 40.  This was fodder for me teasing him the rest of the night.  Offering to smear his face with my night cream, willing to dye his hair (he doesn’t have any gray), maybe I could get him some Microderm Abrasion for his birthday, etc…..  In her defense, I didn’t have any makeup on, was in pink sweats, a white t-shirt and baseball cap with my hair pulled though the hole in the back

So if you know that the Waitperson just carded me because she wanted a bigger tip then SHUT YOUR MOUTH – I don’t want to know – he, he.

P.S.  She got a really nice tip.