Dear cashier,

You carded me the other evening when I bought a bottle of vodka. I just wanted to say "thank you." I'm sure you were probably just doing your job, but that small act really made my day. Honestly, I was giddy for the rest of the night. While other people might have been annoyed, I was thrilled at the prospect of someone (anyone) thinking I wasn't old enough to buy liquor. I can't even remember the last time I was asked for my ID at any establishment other than a bar. And even then, there are many places that don't even bother to ask, even though they are required by law to do so.

Perhaps one of the silver linings of having to wear a mask out in public is that people can't tell how old I am. Getting O-L-D-E-R is not something I'm doing very gracefully, so I appreciate little things like this. I think more cashiers should get into the habit of checking their customer's identification, even if it is a minor inconvenience.

Thank you for making me smile, and for all the hard work and long hours you are putting in, as an essential employee during these crazy times.

Sincerely,

Nikki