I am 22 years old damn it
So I take my little brother out to Coldstone Creamery for ice cream. I see a bunch of high school girls working behind the counter. I get up to the counter and the girl asks what high school me and Tom go to. Of course at this point I proceed to explain I am graduating FSU in the spring. She then looks abashed and apoligises a lot. Then que in second high school blond and asks as we pay if me and Tom are Sweedish. Where the hell is that from, just because we are blond haired and blue eyed? I am an American damn it, been here long enough any way. And who asks that? Should I have shot back, are you polish? Bah, I just want to look my age. I just, arg, it is frustraighting. I get carded for lotto, doubted on my ID and asked what friggin high school I go to! I am 4 years out of high school, why do I look like a freshman. Bah, make me angy and blah. Next time I jump the counter and wring their little 16 year old necks, or 45 year old necks, whom ever it happens to be. End of story.