I got carded at Ralph's yesterday afternoon buying a case of beer! The cashier looked to be in her mid 40's. We were chatting away, and then at the end she squinted at me and said, "Wait a minute. Are you old enough to buy this beer?" I practically jumped for joy and whipped out my driver's license. And she wasn't trying to pick me up or get a better tip or whatever, just doing her job. And her job was to think perhaps I was on the edge of 21. I hope my ovaries believe the hype.