the wiener mom is too too obviously not under 21

The wiener mom went to the grocery store today. She was directed to buy a case of beer for Daddy wiener. The liquor department of the grocery store is papered with signs, every flat surface demands I.D. You will be denied without I.D. Do not attempt to buy without I.D. Go back out to the car now and get your I.D. Even, belligerence at I.D. checking law will not be tolerated (?)
The wiener mom steps up to the cashier, loads case of beer onto checkout counter and dutifully presents I.D. As previously stated, the wiener mom is a rule-following rule follower. Cashier scans case of beer and proceeds to tell the wiener mom to pony up $26.84. The cashier doesn't look at my I.D. I re-present said I.D. and wait to be cleared. He glances at it and restates my total. The wiener mom is too too obviously not under 21.
I know that, of course, I'm thirty-ish, very far from 21. He could at least humor me with a faux check. I must look old today. Is it the sagging breasts (that still garner a lot of sneaky looks from old men)? Is it the wrinkles? I know that it isn't the white hairs. The wiener mom's oldest pre-wiener friend, Troopa, was here on Sunday and helped me say bye-bye to the bad hairs. I just really and truly do not look that young anymore.
I have been fooling myself for a long time (apparently). I still see myself as a young twenty-ish thing. I still feel like that too, except when I spend all day running after wieners. I still have quite a few moments were I can't even believe that I have three wieners, am I old enough to do that? Yes, apparently I am.
Maybe next time I should have a belligerent fit at not being carded. That would show them that I've still got some fight left in me. Until my back starts hurting...