I stopped at the local quick-mart and was in line behind someone buying beer. He looked to me to be in his early 30s, but I'm terrible with age. The cashier carded him. He looked shocked and said "Are you really carding me?" The cashier got that look on her face that showed she expected him to fly off the handle but repeated that she needed to see his ID. I mentally prepared myself to defend her but he surprised us both!
He pulled out his ID and handed it to her while saying "I can't believe you are actually carding ME! I guess leaning over the counter and giving you a big kiss would be out of line, but can I give you this?" and handed her a 20. When she refused the money, he told her that she had made his day. No, she had made his week. No, she had made his whole year! He almost skipped out the door with his beer and all we heard as he left was him saying in a sing song voice "I got carded for be-er! I got carded for be-er!"
The cashier and I watched him skip out in silence then gave each other a flabbergasted look and burst out laughing.
He pulled out his ID and handed it to her while saying "I can't believe you are actually carding ME! I guess leaning over the counter and giving you a big kiss would be out of line, but can I give you this?" and handed her a 20. When she refused the money, he told her that she had made his day. No, she had made his week. No, she had made his whole year! He almost skipped out the door with his beer and all we heard as he left was him saying in a sing song voice "I got carded for be-er! I got carded for be-er!"
The cashier and I watched him skip out in silence then gave each other a flabbergasted look and burst out laughing.

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