HEEE-larious
I had just gotten off work and was going to a fast food joint across the street; it's in the same parking lot as a Safeway. I had just gotten out of the car and let down my hair when a van rounded the corner and started to slow. We played the are-you-stopping-or-not game for a second, then it stopped in front of me. It contained two attractive teen girls in nice clothes who asked me for a favor. I agreed, expecting they needed directions, but then they got shy and started exchanging looks. The hell? Maybe they want to play with my hair... I won't let them, but that hasn't happened in a few years. But no, they start in with, "Can you go buy a couple forty ounces for us? We're going camping this weekend with.." This is where I cut them off with trumpeting laughter and ran them out of the parking lot. I mean, how did they think that was going to go down? I was in uniform. I'm the damn FEDERAL GOVERNMENT. Were they expecting me to do it pro bono, and if not what kind of price tag were they putting on it? I can't think of anything that could persuade me to buy bottles for babies. Besides, as a goth I found it cathartic to deny the popular crowd their alcohol.