Suburban Goddess

On Friday, for the first time in years, I bought my own beer. I can’t tell you the last time I had to buy my own alcohol; I guess I underestimated my feminine wiles, because I realized I haven’t bought my own alcohol in over 14 years.

Ever.

But I was going to a function that required you to BYOB, and I decided that I didn’t want to be obligated to listen to some smelly guy feeding me a load of word-vomit just to get a free beer. Sometimes, a girl just wants to enjoy herself, no strings attached.

So I walk into a local grocery store, grab a six-pack of Corona, and head towards the door. I had my ID ready as the check-out girl slid the beer across the scanner. She took my ID from my hand and held it close to her face, smacking her gum all the while.

“Wow. I wouldn’t have guessed you were THAT old!”

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