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CynthiaWVirginia -> RE: I Admit It I........ (4/7/2016 8:36:51 PM)
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I admit that I got a little snarly with a Walmart cashier because she was driving me nuts. I'd been up all night long to go to court in the a.m. as a witness and I was exhausted and in significant pain and trying to get my shopping done. I decided I deserved some Manischewitz concord grape wine and the cashier wouldn't let me have it without my showing my ID (that was buried in my purse under maybe two and a half feet of stuff in my cart). I told her, "Come on. You only need to see that I'm over 21 and you can plainly see that I am and I don't WANT to dig out my ID." After a minute or two of this she was wailing that she has to see the ID of everyone who doesn't look 30 and that I don't look 30 and that she HAS TO see my ID. I glared and told her that I'm over 21 and that MY SON is over 21, and that I'm going to be 52 years old this month. I admit that yes, I had to show my ID. Now I know how my mom felt when my father tried to take her out to a club and they wouldn't let her in (she didn't have her ID on her) because she looked under age. My parents both argued that she was a married woman with two teenaged daughters but they had to come home from their date anyway...because the club wouldn't allow mom in without her ID. I admit it HURT to dig through my grocery cart for my ID, as I'm still bruised from head to toe from that fall I had (forearm has a beautiful five inch long strip of purples and a little green) and some of the packages ripped some of my cuticles (yes, ouch dammit!), and no, I had no sense of humor while this was happening. It wasn't until after I slept and groused to a friend about it...and she laughed in my face and explained things to me...that I started laughing. (My hormones are so messed up that I only have one white hair and it's just an eye lash, and I guess fatness can prevent some wrinkles.) I admit that I live in a state full of smokers, and that many of them also frequent tanning beds...and so my skin is just better than what the cashier was used to seeing, lol. I also admit that I finally got that phone call. It was nice. Yes, I talked him to death. My son and I did a facepalm afterward (my son had answered the phone), laughing that his accent was as ferocious and French as my ex-husband's. Um, they sounded so much alike that it was amazing. Sheesh, I really went for guys with accents back then.
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