Today at Trader Joe’s I was picking up a bottle of Pompelini Secco for Friendsgiving. At checkout, the cashier said “21?” and I was so confused I just looked at him. Then he said “22?” and after another beat I finally realized he was checking my age for the alcohol. “Try 43?” I laughed and apologized, “It didn’t even cross my mind what you were asking.” To which he laughed, “That’s proof enough.” Ain’t it the truth!