Jennifer, I'd card you. Clay, I don't know. I had an author photo to prepare me for Reeser, and I was unprepared. Last carded in earnest at the old Denver airport when I was circa thirty. Told the barman, "If this bar weren't so wide, I'd lean over and kiss you."
Now I'm carded everytime I buy smokes. North Dakota has decreed it. Ole geezer is wheeled into store, sneezes, blowing out dentures and blowing off toupee, and gets carded. This is my home state's revenge for the "ageism" which has been justifiably decried on what used to be my board at the Sphere.
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