To the Editor:
While I was purchasing a bottle of Oh Be Joyful at Rite Aid yesterday, the clerk at the checkout, the one with the fluorescent hair, told me that the company was instituting a policy of requiring ID for all sales of tobacco and alcohol. “Everybody? You’re kidding, right?” “Nope.” Amazing! I’m so old I keep my shoes on at airport security. A koala bear could tell I’m over 21. I’m thinking of acquiring a fake ID that gives my age as 17. I’ll show them that.