This is why I drink during the week.

I stopped off at the grocery store on the way home and, at the checkout counter, the cashier mentioned that she had just turned in a "take home" final exam that day. I asked about her class and we chatted about exams as she rang up my groceries. The bagger, another young woman, came over and started putting my groceries in a bag. Since she had come in the middle of the conversation, she wasn't clear whose exam we were talking about.

"Do you have finals, too?" she asked me.

"Oh, no," I replied, "thankfully those days are behind me." She cocked her head thoughtfully and looked at me.

"Yeah..." she said, "I thought you looked a little old to be taking tests."