This weekend I successfully took another step towards complete adulthood. I got my own Blockbuster Card.
I realize most people take this significant step much earlier than I did. In fact, I'd like to thank those people who enabled me for so long. I've never had the need to get a blockbuster card. Anytime I've wanted to watch a movie I've been with other people who already had the card marking this rite of passage. The need for me to get my own laminated-pass-to-cinematography-wonders never arose. So Saturday when I found myself in the movie mode, yet alone, I decided it was time to take the plunge.
I found my movie, waited in line, and told the clerk I needed a card. He gave me the paperwork to fill out and started plugging in my information. After he completed typing in my address, phone, and credit card number, he came back and asked, "Yewer burn enseverty nigh?"
"I'm sorry, what?"
"Yewer burn in servity nine?"
"One more time, I'm sorry."
"You were born in '79?!"
"Uh, yeah."
"No way! Dude, she was born in '79!"
"Get out! You don't look that old at all! I never would have guessed you were that old."
"ha, ha, yep. I'm ... that old."
Hmmm...the fact that I apparently have bad hearing and had to ask you to repeat yourself three times didn't give my old age away huh. My graying hair didn't tip you off? I didn't think to ask if it was a good thing that I don't look my age. The last thing I heard as I left was, "I can't believe she was born in '79! Whoa!"
Perhaps my next rental will be a black and white "talkie" from my childhood.
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Oh dear! Imagine if I had been in your shoes, filling out that form, and then they had come across my date of birth. Yikes, they would have flipped out!
Yer not old.
Be grateful that you don't look like you were born in 79. While I am older than you; the secretaries at my office asked me if I was 10 years older than I am. I was flabbergasted. They started to back-petal saying that I was "mature" and "knowledgeable" but we all know that those are just lies. I guess I am not aging well.
I wrote this about midlife crisis It might help a little. However, from your post, it sounds like you have a strong sense of who you are: it's other people who are having issues in how they decide to see you.
Or the way you see yourself and the way they see you seems different and that creates an illusion of crisis, when deciding to accept their viewpoints.
Always listen to your own nature and define yourself!
no one else can ever truly have that power over you!
Casey,
Welcome to the site. It was fun to read another yogi's work. :o)
:) thanks and peace
The first time I bought a six pack I wasn't carded. I guess I looked old enough and confident enough to actually be buying beer.
Jason,
Is this when you worked at the gas station and you just didn't card yourself?
that was hilarious. I just got my first blockbuster card last month! No one there said anything about my age but people in my ward always seem amazed when I say I'm 26. Too many of the "newly marrieds" are 20nothing and I guess I blend in with them too much.
Char
No. When I worked at the gas station at age 16 is when I would buy the scratch off lottery tickets. That is a blog topic in and of itself.
Perhaps you've discovered the secret to eternal youth? If I were you, I'd bottle it, sell it, make a fortune, and get a passport and go to Athens. The real Athens.
What's "it"? you ask?
I don't know, but we all agree you've got it.
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