monday

So yesterday I ducked into Bunnings to buy a can of brown spray paint.  Which I plan on using to transform a aluminium roasting tray into a turtle shell for a Book Week costume.  Naturally.  Anyho, when I threw the can down on the checkout bench the lovely old lady behind the counter looked at me, looked at the spray paint and said these magic words (which I haven't heard in a very.long.time)

"You're over 18 aren't you?'

To which I replied, "Um, yes.  By 22 years. But thanks.  You've made my day."

And then the lovely lady said "Goodness me, you don't look it.  I bet you get asked for ID at nightclubs all the time."

Well no.  I don't.  Partly because I haven't been inside a nightclub since the late 90's (except for one very loose night in Las Vegas a few years ago...which is definitely a story I'll tell you later) but mainly because I'm 102.

But if we could all take a moment to ignore the fact that a) the lovely lady was clearly severely visually impaired and b) it's probably a legal requirement to ask that question when spray paint purchases are involved, and focus purely on the fact that I TOTALLY GOT CARDED.  AT BUNNINGS, that would be great.  Thanks.