-_-;;

So I'm in the checkout line at the store... boy, how many stories start out just like that?

Anyway, I'm getting ready to pay for a bottle of wine with which to celebrate getting ready to elude the Sandmen as I become a Runner (for those who don't get the reference, I'm turning 30.) when I get The Glance from the girl ringing up my groceries.

Yeah, I saw that look, Little Miz High-School Thang... that "I don't need to see your ID, you old cow... want paper or plastic?" look. Yeah, I'm damn near twice your age, my daddy don't pay for my car insurance and I don't have glow in the dark piercings where no woman was ever meant to be pierced... But my car's paid off, I'm out of college, and, Sweetheart, I know better than to ever wear a color like that with that complexion.

*snap* Ha!