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?!"
"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.