I’m walking through the wine section in Publix and this old dude walks by me and says, “You don’t need any of that stuff,” and just kept walking.

And I’m like, “Do you know me from some tea-totaler place…or did you just assume I was underage because I’m short and baby-faced?” With a side-order of did old dude think I was a tween boy, ‘cause that has happened before, too.