I was texting away in the check-out line, so the guy didn't get a good look at my face, but still.
He said, "Can I see your ID?"
Yes, it's right there.
No, not your Costco card, your ID. For the wine.
I smiled. Really? Are you serious?
Yep. We ID for everybody under 30.
(OMG!) Wow. OK. I got out my wallet and we both struggled to get my license out. It's hard. It always gets stuck. I was giggling. Giggling. I wanted to hug the guy.
I said, I'm way past 30.
He took a look at the card. "No you're not."
Friday, April 8, 2011
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