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So I, went to my local Wal-Mart on the late night of the 1st to purchase some alcohol for some midnight milestone fun. I get in line. I'm behind a chatty woman writing a check. Usually those only show up on busy Saturday/Sundays to piss you off.
Anyway.
She asks for my ID, and I proudly flash it, having freshly turned 21, and I expect some sort of acknowledgment.
She looks at me, she looks at my ID. She looks at me again, and turns her eyes back down to my ID.
"$8.07."
The whole time she was sneering. The bitch probably thought it was fake. >:(
For those wondering, I just got a six pack of Smirnoff, wild grape flavor. (lol) Embarrassing fact of that night: I hadn't eaten anything since 5pm the prior evening, so after I downed the first one, I was a little tipsy. To redeem myself, I had quite a few cocktails on the night of the big 2-1 before feeling the same. (Jeez they're expensive)
Anyway.
She asks for my ID, and I proudly flash it, having freshly turned 21, and I expect some sort of acknowledgment.
She looks at me, she looks at my ID. She looks at me again, and turns her eyes back down to my ID.
"$8.07."
The whole time she was sneering. The bitch probably thought it was fake. >:(
For those wondering, I just got a six pack of Smirnoff, wild grape flavor. (lol) Embarrassing fact of that night: I hadn't eaten anything since 5pm the prior evening, so after I downed the first one, I was a little tipsy. To redeem myself, I had quite a few cocktails on the night of the big 2-1 before feeling the same. (Jeez they're expensive)