2 and a half years out of University, and the glamour of London working life is fading rapidly.
At the awkward late 20s stage, only minorly disillusioned by living and working in London.
This week I experienced something that causes great frustration to many women aged between 18 and 40 - the ruthless supermarket ID challenge. Many supermarkets will ID when you go to buy alcohol and 'look' under 25 - which seems a little mean considering you can buy alcohol aged 18 years of age. If you haven't been ID'd recently, the most frustrating part is that if you are in a group, and one of you 'looks under 25' and they have no ID on them, you will all be going home empty handed. 🍷😢
At the grand old age of 28 I get ID'd frequently, and no batting of eyelashes will persuade the kind check-out people to sell me alcohol without an ID. I know, I know it is very flattering that I still apparently look youthful, but really, when you are on your way out in the evening and you quickly need to buy a bottle of wine enroute, and you find your driving licence is not in your wallet it can be a little annoying.
On Wednesday this week two friends and I approached Sainsbury's with trepidation. We had decided to have a picnic on Wandsworth Common as it was a lovely evening. Into the shopping basket went all sorts of nice picnic things, including a couple of bottles of cider. Before reaching the checkout we decided on our strategy. With 85 years between us, but not a single form of ID we decided to split. I would try and buy a bottle of cider on my own at the cash desk, pretending I didn't know the other two. The others would go to the self scan, and with one prominent baby bump, and one sharp work outfit between them, it seemed like they were in with a good chance.
I failed at the first step - 'Can I see you ID please', 'I'm afraid I haven't got it on me, but I was born in the 80s'. Nope. No cider for me.
The other two also had little success, no amount of 'I've been working in mergers and acquisitions for the last six years, she's pregnant,' would change his mind.
So we left Sainsbury's without any cider for our picnic, and were very sad indeed.
All was not lost however, as luckily there was small independent wine shop around the corner who very kindly sold us a far superior bottle of cider, and the pub even gave us some plastic glasses. 😊
Halfway through the picnic I realised was wearing a jumper emblazoned with the words,
'Heathfield School, Physical Eduction'.
Perhaps next time I will bring my ID 🙈.
4 British sparkling wines for you to admire:
About to graduate from University, excited for intrepid adventures into the real world.
Susan's last exam is on Thursday, good luck Susannah!! 🙏