Not really sucky, just... odd, I guess.
Kid comes up to my till, has a model car and a paint tray in hand. I ring both, the system prompts for birthdate for the paint tray ("WTH?" says I...). I ask kid for his birthdate. He tells me XX/XX/1992.
RJ: "*ker-BLINK* I'm sorry, did you say 1992?"
"Yes."
RJ: "I'm afraid I can't sell you this tray, as Texas law states you must be 18 to legally purchase this."
"Oh."
The lady in line behind him, after he pays for his model, asks me what was in the paint that I couldn't sell it to him.
RJ: "The fumes can be used to get high. At least, that's the story I've been told. It's Texas law, either way."
Kid comes up to my till, has a model car and a paint tray in hand. I ring both, the system prompts for birthdate for the paint tray ("WTH?" says I...). I ask kid for his birthdate. He tells me XX/XX/1992.
RJ: "*ker-BLINK* I'm sorry, did you say 1992?"
"Yes."
RJ: "I'm afraid I can't sell you this tray, as Texas law states you must be 18 to legally purchase this."
"Oh."
The lady in line behind him, after he pays for his model, asks me what was in the paint that I couldn't sell it to him.
RJ: "The fumes can be used to get high. At least, that's the story I've been told. It's Texas law, either way."
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