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Whoa, Nelly.
Steve, Cathy, Jon, Jaime, and I went to the store this evening to get supplies for pasta tomorrow. We decided to take advantage of Jaime's 21-year-old status and get some red wine for the sauce, as well as some Kahlua for brownies and, well, my birthday. When we got to the checkout, all went smoothly. It took me a few moments before I realized that something was missing.
The cashier never id'ed Jaime.
Honestly, he's exactly 21! He doesn't look over 40, like someone's supposed to if you're not going to id them. Yeesh.
Closing Statements:
Me: So you look over forty, and I look 14. I guess that makes you a hardcore pedophile.
Jaime: I guess so.
Steve: Maybe the cashier thought he was your dad.
The cashier never id'ed Jaime.
Honestly, he's exactly 21! He doesn't look over 40, like someone's supposed to if you're not going to id them. Yeesh.
Closing Statements:
Me: So you look over forty, and I look 14. I guess that makes you a hardcore pedophile.
Jaime: I guess so.
Steve: Maybe the cashier thought he was your dad.