So I was @ the grocery store. My dad had gone ahead of me a few people, and was waiting by the sliding door thingy...lol
We had both purchased some alcohol(seeing as how when I get out of work, only alcohol and this place make me feel better)
I get up to the register with my license in hand(I'm 26, but I know the drill by now)
Here's where the fun ensues:
Me=Me
RL=Register Lady
RL: Ringing up items, gets to alcohol, swipes, types in some numbers, and keeps going.
Me: *nicely*, *kind of shyly* Here's my license.
RL: *Gives me a look somewhere between WTF do I need that for, and you are wasting my time*
RL: I don't need that, you're old enough
Me: *kinda feeling like she's been hit in the face with a hockey puck* (I know the feeling, it's happened twice)
Me: Ok.
Me: *to man standing behind me* Today is the saddest day of my life. This is the first time I wasn't carded. *giggles*
RL: Listen you little brat, I am so sick of you people acting like you're someting important because you flash your ID for your booze! I said I didn't need it, and I don't, you should be thanking me for not carding you!
Me: Sorry, I was just making a joke, it wasn't directed towards you, it was kind of me looking for a pity party.
RL: It's totally uncalled for, what are you going to go run to my boss about how the mean lady didn't check your ID?
Me: *To myself*...um WTF?
Me: Listen here ma'am, (I said it kind of like a challenge) You carded my 48 year old father, so why shouldn't you card me? Can you explain that?
RL: Get out of my line!
Me: Please give me my money.
RL: *Slaps change down on counter.* Do you need me to count it for you too?
Me: You should really see someone about that temper...I hope you don't have small children at home. Have a wonderful day.
Maybe I should have just let the whole thing go. I dunno. Let me have it.
We had both purchased some alcohol(seeing as how when I get out of work, only alcohol and this place make me feel better)
I get up to the register with my license in hand(I'm 26, but I know the drill by now)
Here's where the fun ensues:
Me=Me
RL=Register Lady
RL: Ringing up items, gets to alcohol, swipes, types in some numbers, and keeps going.
Me: *nicely*, *kind of shyly* Here's my license.
RL: *Gives me a look somewhere between WTF do I need that for, and you are wasting my time*
RL: I don't need that, you're old enough
Me: *kinda feeling like she's been hit in the face with a hockey puck* (I know the feeling, it's happened twice)
Me: Ok.
Me: *to man standing behind me* Today is the saddest day of my life. This is the first time I wasn't carded. *giggles*
RL: Listen you little brat, I am so sick of you people acting like you're someting important because you flash your ID for your booze! I said I didn't need it, and I don't, you should be thanking me for not carding you!
Me: Sorry, I was just making a joke, it wasn't directed towards you, it was kind of me looking for a pity party.
RL: It's totally uncalled for, what are you going to go run to my boss about how the mean lady didn't check your ID?
Me: *To myself*...um WTF?
Me: Listen here ma'am, (I said it kind of like a challenge) You carded my 48 year old father, so why shouldn't you card me? Can you explain that?
RL: Get out of my line!
Me: Please give me my money.
RL: *Slaps change down on counter.* Do you need me to count it for you too?
Me: You should really see someone about that temper...I hope you don't have small children at home. Have a wonderful day.
Maybe I should have just let the whole thing go. I dunno. Let me have it.
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