If you’re wondering how old I am, I am exactly old enough that when the the check out guy at CVS rings up my wine, and I say do you need to see my ID? and he says oh, no, you’re good then looks at me and feels compelled to say, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean you look old and I laugh and say Oh, don’t worry, I’m not old enough yet for that to bother me and then I carry my wine and fiber gummy vitamins to my car, wondering if what I just said is still True.