I Brought My ID. Walmart Brought the Truth.

I went to pick up my Walmart order with my ID ready for the Cayman Jack margaritas (my kryptonite).

Prepared. Hopeful. Feeling good about getting something accomplished.

The employee guy walks out and I offer my license for the ID check. He waves it off saying, “It’s okay. I don’t need it. I got it already.”

I say, “But…how?”

He says with an ultra-chipper grin, “I saw you. I looked at you.”

And just like that, I was humbled in the Walmart pickup lane.

#FeelingAgedLikeAFineWine #WhereDidMyYouthRunOffTo

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