TIFU by exercising my white privilege

My partner and I had an extra eighty dollars burning a hole in our pockets after paying bills, buying groceries, and putting a little money into savings for a rainy day, so we decided to have a treat and spring for some alcohol.I drove the nine miles into town and browsed the selection. There was a lot of the standard beer, wine, and alcoholic sodas like Mike’s lemonade etc. Right up in front, though, there was a freezer full of cute little alcohol slush packets in a bunch of different flavors like Blue Hawaiian, rasperry, and so forth, on sale for a dollar and some change.Being a thrifty drunkard, I grabbed a basketfull of sweet booze and went to the register to check out.I’m not a youngster, and I don’t look young, either. I’ve got a fringe of pure white along the edges of my beard – so I was surprised when the cashier asked to see my ID.What I intended to say was, “I’m surprised you need to see my card, what with the white hairs here,” as I gestured at my face.Instead, what came out was, “You don’t need to card me, I’m white.”The way I gasped. I tried to explain what I actually meant and it was the cringiest thing to ever come out of my mouth. I had to choke down laughter the rest of the time I was in the store, and sat in my car cracking up for like 3 minutes.TL;DR – I tried to invoke my powers as a white dude to avoid being carded.EDIT: I removed a term some people took offense to via /r/tifu https://ift.tt/5BEdtbm