TITLE: I Got Carded!
By Elizabeth Hale
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I got carded when I went to buy cigarettes. It made my day. There I was, fumbling around in my bag for my money, worried about being late for work.
"I'll need to see some I.D.,please," the clerk said.
My head jerked up. Surely, I am hearing things, I thought. I stared at her. She stared back.
"I need to see your I.D.", she repeated.
Oh, happy, happy day! I did hear her correctly!
Joyfully, I handed her my driver's license. I wanted to run around the counter and hug her. Somehow, though, this didn't seem like it would be appropriate.
I am forty six years old. I am a grandmother.
Yet, I got carded! I guess all that exercise and healthy living stuff does work, even if you smoke. Thank you, Leslie Sansone! Thank you, Clairol Nice n Easy #-um, I don't actually know my number-I just recognize the model on the box. Thank you, Mary Kay and Oil of Olay! Thank you, Self magazine!
We started a conversation then. The clerk told me she just isn't ready to quit yet. I am not entirely sure I am either, but here I go again.
Any and all prayers on my behalf are most welcome.
The clerk passed along a tip about a stop smoking aid that works like a cigarette except you don't light it. I have ordered this, it's on the way as I write. My fingers are crossed, my willpower is firmly in place, and hopefully stronger than the habit.
What is that you're asking? Why was I buying cigarettes if I am quitting? Because I'm not actually in the process yet.
The truth is, part of the reason I am afraid to quit (yes, I said afraid) is that, gulp, I don't want to gain weight.
You heard me right. How vain of me. There it is, however, and its the truth. I have worked hard to get to my happy place (105 lbs but I'm only 5 feet tall), and I don't want to lose any of the ground I've gained here. I love to exercise, lift weights. I watch what I eat 95%---sigh--okay, 85% of the time. I am surrounded by food all day long because I am a cook. BBQ, chicken salad, hot dogs. Cookies and brownies and pies.
Oh my. It's tough.
So pray for me. Pray I can stop smoking this time. Even pray for my vanity.
If you would like to have the website where I found this product (bearing in mind that I have yet to receive it so I don't know if it helps), I will be glad to pass on the info.
I've noticed some of the younger people calling me 'ma'am' more often lately. It's respectful, yet it still pinches a bit. Thank you, God, for allowing me to live this long.
I still can't believe it. I got carded!
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