Anyway, after I had gone through check-out and was wheeling my groceries to my car that I suddenly realised that I had not been asked for ID - which normally occurs because one of the curses (blessings) of being Asian is the fact that I look perpetually ten years younger than my actual age. It was the oddest feeling in the world because I felt both happy and sad: happy that I finally looked like I wasn't still in high school, but then this was quickly followed by disappointment because I have reached an age where I would actually like to still look juuust a smidge younger than my actual age.
I relayed this all to E:
Me: "I just bought some cider for us when you get here, but I didn't get asked for ID. Must be looking particularly mature today"
E: "MILF looking"
I had to lol at that.