my secret identity

It's a mixed blessing to look younger than I am. It annoys me sometimes when people jokingly tell me I look twelve (I don't really), but it's generally something that I find to be useful. It's an even greater blessing in conjunction with my possession of a university ID card. Although it reads "Faculty/Staff," I have found that very few people pay that much attention. I've been fairly successful flashing my ID card to receive student discounts. I went all over Europe using it for discounted admission to museums. I make a very believable student.

I was playing the student ID card at EZ's last night. Here is a quick re-enactment:

[Setting: EZ's register]
Very Nice Young Lady Behind the Counter: Can I help you?
Me: Yes! I'd like a chicken caesar salad and a strawberry yogurt shake please.
VNYLBtC: Would you like some foccacia bread with your salad?
Me: Yes, please. Oh! I have a university ID. [Quick flash of my faculty/staff ID.]
VNYLBtC: I guess class is about to begin again, isn't it?
My Brain: Class? Huh? OH! you're supposed to be a student.
Me: Yeah, pretty soon. Next week, I think.
My Brain: Some damn student you are. A student would know to the -hour- when class begins.
VNYLBtC: Are you excited?
Me: Yeah!
My Brain: Excited?! You're not excited. You aren't even a student.
Me: I mean, um... yeah, I always like the first week of class. After a couple of weeks, though, I'm ready to be done, and ...
My Brain: Just shut up already before you screw it up.
Me: [feebly]... Um, yeah. Have a nice day.

[Fin.]