In my attempt to get Home

So, here's my little story on how strange my world is.

Please, read the morning post BELOW. Then proceed with this entry.

So, I am exhausted, on my way home from work. I just want to get my gas, my DH's beer, and soak my sore feet in a nice warm bathtub.

I fill the tank and go inside. I bring only my credit card...No one will card me, I think. I must look like h*ll from my busy day. I get the beer, proceed to checkout, hand her the card.

"Can I see your ID?"
(geez, can't she see I am of age. Now I must walk all the way back to the car.)
-hand her the ID

"Wow, I thought it was you! Don't you bowl anymore?"
(Thought:"No, I work like everyone else now, my feet hurt, and why did you make me do that?!!!! Voice: "Well, a bit, but I work locally now."

So, to summarize. A fan who recognizes me decides in order to confirm it was me (instead of asking me) makes me walk to my car, find my ID, walk back. It had nothing to do with my age for the beer. I guess the fates wanted me to walk just a bit more today...