Who knew that in order to buy a cigarette lighter, you have to be 18 or older? Who knew they would actually card one for such a thing? But they do. Oh yes, they do.
Saturday night - or was it Friday night? They're all kinda blurring together right now... Friday night, it was Friday night - Mike stopped at a gas station and since I was going to buy gum, asked me to pick him up a lighter - he'd lost his, and then he'd bought another, and lost it, too.
So, I grabbed the gum and the lighter and the woman behind the counter said, "I'll have to see an ID."
So I showed it to her. She looked at me suspiciously, clearly not believing that it was a real ID. You know, since people forge passports on a regular basis. She finally said, "Okay," and gave me my total.
So, I said (making conversation... it's what I do), "How old do you have to be to buy a lighter?"
"Eighteen," more suspicious looks, as if she still disbelieved me.
I got out to the car and told Mike about it, and he laughed! "Do I really look that young?" I asked when he stopped laughing.
"Um... today... well, you know... well..."
"Nevermind, Mike."
"Thanks, sweetie."
And then, at dinner, Mike told Adam, who spit up his alcoholic beverage. (And then a friend of theirs apologized when he said his 18-year-old students are kinda stupid sometimes, thinking I was 18... Mike choked on his coke, Adam his taco. Dang it all.)
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