So today at Trader Joe's (where I was buying just bananas, because I didn't see instant coffee), the cashier asked me if I'd just gotten off class.  Hmm.  Okay, sure, not too suspect...except this place is about a mile and a half from Lynbrook.

Still, not too much to worry about...until I go to Starbucks', where the cashier asks me if I've just gotten off class.  I point out that yes, it is true, but I'm in grad school, and he tells me that he thought I was younger, around the age of 18.

...Do I look 18?  I mean, I got the whole 'I thought you were a junior in HS' deal when I used to visit Lynbrook, but I haven't been carded for quite awhile and I could've sworn that I didn't look like a highschooler anymore.  Especially since I've been out for a shade over four years.  And I'll be 23 soon.

I mean, I doubt I'll complain about this when I'm 30, but until then...18?  18??  Seriously?