The other day I was in the grocery store killing time until they had transferred my contacts from my old phone to my new one.
It hit me how weird it is to be so close to legal drinking age, but not being able to pick up a beer. I had just gotten back from a week in Canada (my native land), where I had been able to order and buy booze whenever I wanted it and have never been ID’ed (except that one time I was like 14). I was in the liquor section of the grocery store and was eyeing a six pack they had on display and on sale. It wasn’t until my arm reached out to pick it up that I realized, “What am I thinking? You can’t do that!”
Only 4 more months.
