Whenever I buy beer, I ask if they want to see my ID. They don't.
That makes me want to buy more beer.
ROTFLMAO! You win.
Since my hair turned grey - really, really grey - I haven't had the problem. I used to resent it. Now I tell the kids they'll hate it worse when it stops happening.
Except for one time in Dallas last October. I wuz buying a sixer for the evening in the hotel and the lady at the counter says, really loudly, "Y'all shooore yer old enough to buy thayat?" I said "bless yer heart" and produced an ID (it was actually my CCW, not my driver's license - they look alike) and she winked at me. I turned around to see a group of really nervous-looking young folks behind me. One of 'em split off and put the beer back.
When they ask me I say "What! There's a MAXIMUM age now?."
But I give it with a smile.