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Wherefore Art Thou, Memory?

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So I'm in Target today, buying my sister a birthday gift (along with about $150 worth of other stuff), tapping my foot in time with "Bamboleo" on the iPod and waiting for the cashier to ring up my purchases. Then, as she scans the can of compressed air that I'll use to clean all the crud out of my computer keyboard, the cash register suddenly goes off like I just won the jackpot at Spirit Mountain, and she asks me for my date of birth.

"What??" I ask intelligently.

"I need your birthdate," the cashier repeats. "You've got an item here that you have to be 18 to buy."

Heh, heh, heh. You're kidding me, right? My hair is getting grayer by the day, and I'm developing some serious jowls here. Surely you jest.....

"I'm sorry," she says patiently, as though to a slow learner, "but we can't sell this stuff to you without your birthdate, because kids get high off it and it's illegal......."

Oh. Duh. :rolleyes:

I look around, taking in the scene around me. Several people are in line behind me and want to get on with their day; unfortunately, nobody appears to be anywhere near my age, so I give the month and day, then whisper the year to the cashier, who promptly inputs the numbers into the computer and goes on with the rest of my purchases. (Well, who wants to yell out "1959' so everybody can hear??)

Now I've got the credit card back in the wallet and I'm headed for the door when a now-familiar voice calls out, "Ma'am? Didn't you want your stuff?" I look back, and sure enough, there's four sacks full of goodies plus the bag of puppy chow I've just paid for, all sitting on the end of the conveyor. :o

Flustered, I promptly finish the job of convincing people I'm a budding Alzheimer's patient with, "Well, that's what happens when you get old!" and dash out of the store to the car, blushing brightly in the gathering dark. I think it might be a while before I go back there........but then, I'll probably forget why I was so embarrassed. Sheesh. :uhoh3:

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Well, I'm glad it's not just me. I'd hate to think I'm the only 50-something who's afraid she's totally losing it!!

Of all the things I've ever lost, I miss my mind the most!

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Hey, I got carded in Detroit last winter and it made my week!Same kind of thing though and I had a whisper of "1948" for the waitress. I promptly forgot which gate I needed to get to to catch the next flight.

I usually don't miss my mind that much. I enjoy being able to blame it on age. I always had a rotten memory. Now I have an excuse.

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And yanno what else? I forgot the damned dryer sheets. AGAIN.

I've been trying to remember to pick up some every time I've been in town for the last week. In fact, yesterday I went all the way to K-Mart on the other end of town to get them, and I walked out of there with some nail polish, mascara, new kitchen towels, a couple bags of candy corn, a package of pens, and a dog toy......in short, everything EXCEPT dryer sheets.

:rolleyes:

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Awesome!

I remembered yesterday that I had a dentist appointment on Tuesday. He instituted a policy due to the bad economy that there's a "no-show" fee. I either pay that or find a new dentist.

But I'm glad I have too the excuse "that's what happens when you get old". LOL

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About a year ago, I was carded at a restaurant when I ordered a drink.

I looked at the server, 'cause there's no way I look like I'm gonna see 21 again unless it's a multiple. Then I stood up and hugged her.

Gave her a great big tip. Flattery gets you everywhere!

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About a year ago, I was carded at a restaurant when I ordered a drink.

I looked at the server, 'cause there's no way I look like I'm gonna see 21 again unless it's a multiple. Then I stood up and hugged her.

Gave her a great big tip. Flattery gets you everywhere!

Well, it's kinda hard to tell your age from your photo

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so it's probably difficult in real life, too.

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