Uhhh, I just had a little situation. Jay and I went down to one of the outside restaurants where we're staying to have lunch. It's really nice - shaded with a great breeze. Anyway, after we ate, I went over to the bar area to get us a couple of strawberry daiquiris. While the guy was making them, I got to thinking about how he didn't ask to see my ID.
Hmmm... so of course I have to say something. It went like this:
Me: (Flirty smile) I'm a little confused as to why you didn't ask to see my ID.
Bartender: (Odd look) Well...
Me: Surely you didn't think I was over 21???
Bartender: (Crazy laugh) I think I was blinded by the platinum highlights in your hair.
Looks like I just had a big ole reality check. I guess it hits everyone at some point.
Note to self: Go straight home and color my hair.