A couple of weeks ago, my sister and I, both women "of a certain age," went to the movies. A discreet sign at the theater announced that people would be "carded" if they were seeing an R-rated movie. Well, we weren't seeing an R movie, but I still thought it would be nice if the woman at the entrance carded us.
"Aren't you going to ID us?" I asked her brightly.
"ID us," I said. "You know, ask to see if we're old enough to see the movie."
She gave me a confused look.
"Jane," my sister said in a stage whisper. "We aren't seeing an R movie."
"I know, but I want to be carded anyway."
Finally, the beleaguered ticket-taker waved us on.
"Some people just don't get my sense of humor," I said to my sister.
She rolled her eyes at me. "Lots of people don't get your sense of humor."
I had to agree. But that doesn't mean I won't ask to be carded again.
Joy today: laughing at myself.