I think I'm in Love at almost twice the legal age.
"I'd like two Powerballs and One Lotto, please," I say as I lay my cash on the counter.
The clerk (the VERY GOOD LOOKING clerk) looks at me strangely and asks if I'm old enough to buy lottery tickets. "Yes of course," I reply. "Want to see my ID?" I jest. "Yes," he says - with all seriousness, "We have to check IDs."
"Oh THANK YOU," I gush, "Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU. You made my day".
I hand him my ID and his body visibly stiffens when he reads the date, he hands it back to me with a smile.
Damn. That felt good.