Carded

I got carded at Target today.  I know I should be flattered.  I was wearing my gym clothes and had no makeup on and, as a matter of full disclosure, I am pushing 34.  So when the sweet little cashier asked for my i.d. I should have been pleased, not confused.

Here's the thing.  We're a dry house, so there wasn't any booze in my cart.  Last I checked milk and pink toddler PJ's didn't have age restrictions.  So what was the contraband that raised the red flag?

Sparklers.  No kidding, sparklers. 

Happy 4th of July to you, too.