Do you have ID?... Because you look about 12

  Now, I'm not usually one to moan about being asked for ID, in fact I carry my drivers licence everywhere so I never have to risk it.  But that is for alcohol, where it is now widely followed that if you look under 25 you'll be requested to produce a form of respectful identification.
  However, I have never, I don't think EVER! been asked for ID for...... wait for it........ Lottery!

 
 So the story goes...
 
  It was a warm afternoon, as all the CHILDREN were in school, the sun was high in the sky letting off an unusual heat for an Octobers afternoon.  A slight breeze brushed past my face as I exited my vehicle, which you have to be at least 17 to drive....  

  I made my way through the foyer of the supermarket, giving the security guard a generous smile, I approached the lottery stand and filled in the forms for the evenings draw allowing myself to pass a thought on what I would spend my winnings on, perhaps an 25-30's cruise holiday?  Sniggering to myself thinking my wife would go nuts if I decided to pack my bags and head for the sea.
    Making my way over to the counter which was manned by a lady, a rather old lady, sorry, very old lady.  She had a warming a smile, a smile I would soon wish to slap off her wrinkly old face. To feel her coarse, harshly rough skin against the softness on the back of my young delicate hand.

'Hi' she said, barely breaking her coat hanger smile as I went to hand her the tickets. 

She followed with 'Do you have any ID?'


 I was immediately taken aback, overwhelmed with confusion and agreed with myself that due to my partial deafness I MUST have misheard

'Sorry?' I said

'Do you have any ID' She replied, her jaw and lips still glued in position, her false teeth sparkling under the brightness of the counter lights.

My smile turned to anguish, what is happening? I thought to myself, confused of the event that was beginning to unfold.  I am 27 years old... am I not? Now starting to question my age, my life flashed through my mind... 



My 18th birthday party, dancing, laughter, I broke my mothers leg...

My friends 21st birthday, drink, drink, stomach pumped...

My son being born March 22nd 2005, cradling him in my arms, tears of joy...

My wedding earlier this year, our first dance, eating chicken and cake in the room....




I managed to catch a glance in a mirror, yes I was still 27, my rugged good looks and defining facial features still held strong.
Fear gripped me, my eyes danced around to see if anyone had witnessed this horror.  No, thankfully.


 I held back temptation to question why I would be holding a set of car keys in my hand and that if she felt I was a mere 15 years old then her witnessing me driving off  it would be her duty to alert the police of Grand Theft Auto, then the police could arrest and caution her for wasting police time and I could laugh at her stupidness.
  My ID was 60 miles in another county, I had nothing to back up claim.  'Never mind' my voice stuttered before I turned and fled.  


 Sitting in the car I was overcome by mixed emotions, gripped with rage yet filled with despair.  I gathered my thoughts trying to put the event behind me and I hit the road, I didn't know where I was going or how long it would take me to get there, but one thing I did know...


I would not let some old, power mad woman destroy my life and deny me my ticket.