Cashier wouldn’t sell me wine bc I didn’t have my ID. I’m like “I promise I’m 30. Would a 20-year old be buying $200 of groceries? Would a 20-year old be buying sugar-free cranberry juice? No. 20-year olds have pristine urinary tracts. Give me my wine”
If you want to know if I have my shit together, look at my son’s feet. If he’s wearing socks, I have my shit together. If not, my shit is all over the place.