Tonight, I went to the Mall of America with Michelle. We got carded on our way into the mall.
Do you know how old you have to be to be allowed into the Mall of America on a weekend night by yourself? (i.e., without a "grown-up?")
I finally stopped getting carded for R-rated movies somewhere around my 22nd birthday.
I am 27 years old. I sometimes don't get carded when getting into bars any more.
The only thing we could conclude from our ordeal (when he asked to see our IDs, I replied, "you've got to be kidding me," and he replied, "no ma'am, I never kid" -- um, he called me "ma'am," yet suspected I was possibly 15??) was that the security guard was a complete tool and on a power trip.
For F's sake! I'm 27 and Michelle's 28! We don't look like we are FIFTEEN!
One more reason I really hate the Mall of America, way deep down in the inner chambers of my soul.