The bad comedy that is my life.

Entry 1:

So I go into Safeway with intent to snack. It is 10 or so at night. Late but I was there to get supplies so the night can go later. My mission was to get something to drink and some form of cookies to munch on. I grab my items and head over to the register with a pleasant spring in my step. I was pleased with my choices.

However something about me just didn’t please the Cashier Lady. She looks me over like I’m up to something. And says “Listen here. I need to see your ID.” I’m taken back. I’m 26 and I shouldn’t be carded. So in my confusion I ask the cashier “Why?” She did not appreciate that. She moved my items away from me and said “You need to show me your ID. Don’t argue with me. Don’t make me get a manager.”

Ok that was it. I had had it. The challenge was thrown down and I accepted it. I straightened up my posture. I do that when confronted, I get as big as I can so that I can more easily intimidate who ever has my ire. It works I know it. My eyes narrow to slits but they stay open enough for the Cashier Lady to still see the whites of them as I slowly say to her dismay:

“I assure you woman I am old enough to buy root beer and animal crackers”

Rob wins yo!