I don't know if it's sexier, but it did feel great getting carded yesterday buying beer for chili. The thrill of being mistaken for pre-21 lost a little of its luster when questioning cashier took 10 minutes to put on his coke-bottle glasses to actually check my ID, used a walker to pony up to the register, and had to put his teeth back in to tell me my bill.
Ah, to be young again....
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