As a rule, time travel stories aren't my favorites. Don't get me wrong, there are some really well written ones out there, but it's just not my thing.
However, this weekend I had my own "time travel" experience. Apparently I went back in time over 20 years.
I was helping out with an event for our local historical society on Friday night. I spent four hours selling tickets for a downtown history tour, and planned to meet people at the culminating spot (a local bar right down the street) after my shift was over.
I bummed a ride from two of the other ticket takers, as I didn't want to walk down alone. At the bar, I carried in some of our "supplies" (raffle tickets, one of the musician's guitars, etc.) and got things settled into their proper places.
At this point, the bouncer turns to the three of us and says he needs to see some ID. At first I was flattered. But then I grew annoyed. Because I didn't have my ID on me, and he wouldn't let me stay. Now I understand laws and all, but seriously?! People do tell me I don't look my age (41), but I know for darn sure I don't look like I'm under 21. Heck, I was probably old enough to be that bouncer's mother for Pete's sake.
I hiked home to get my ID, but at that point I was so annoyed I didn't bother going back.
So, I guess the lesson is, no matter where I take my twenty-ish looking self (ha ha ha), I should bring some ID, just in case.
Until next time,