The first time I was carded I laughed at the absurdity that my Medicare card would suffice as an ID. The second time, it was a bother , but I complied. But after my friend’s carding report on Facebook this morning, I found myself having a mental conversation with the store manager. I started with the idea that this was an invasion of my privacy…Why should every check-out clerk know my age? From there I noticed that I was replacing my feel-good energy for the store (fresh produce, yummy take-out meals, excellent service) with negatives (too expensive, crowded aisles, and now carding).
How human it is to have opinions about such situations, but if I leave it at that, without a solution, I’ll just continue to be agitated and the topic will usurp my silence, solitude and simplicity. So, how do I proceed? Let it go? Keep being annoyed? Buy my wine (groceries) elsewhere?. At the moment, speaking to the manager feels like the way I can release my concerns and end the foolish chatter in my mind--chatter that definitely detracts from the 3S’s.