So I was at H-E-B buying my dinner of microwavable pizza and Lone Star. And I got carded, which I expected because it was a new cashier. So I gave the cashier my license, which led to the following exchange:
Cashier: smiles
Me: looks on
Cashier: Date of birth?
Me: sarcastic look
Cashier: Date of birth? (smiles)
Me: aggravated look
Cashier: Can you tell me your date of birth?
Me: It's on my license, which you're holding, but it's 8/25/81.
Cashier: Thanks. I just needed to ask. (uncomfortable smile)
Now, I wouldn't have gotten mad at this if I still had my old license, which has a very out-dated picture of me with long hair and facial hair and my face looks rather thinner. But this is my new license, which I just got about a month ago, and the picture is, well, exactly how I look right now. I was even wearing the same shirt today that I was wearing in my license picture. I know I shouldn't be mad at the cashier because she was just doing her job, but it still fucking annoyed me.
Earlier today, I got carded at 7Eleven for buying cigarettes. Now, I didn't mind it so much because it was a cashier that I've never seen before. When she asked for my ID, the gay cashier next to her said, "Girl, he's over 21, and you'd better get used to him because he's the only one that comes in here and buys Camel Wides." Now that's service I can get behind.
Coming tomorrow:
I know my readers are wondering "Why hasn't Mando talked about the Emmy nominations?" And if you're reading this and haven't thought that, you have until tomorrow to think about it, because tomorrow is when I will put my 35 cents in on the Emmy nominations. So ... you know ... go wonder about why I haven't talked about the Emmys yet. Go on ... shoo!
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Well, I was getting tired of the white on black approach of this template. I might be switching it soon. But I definitely will stay away from the orange. Even that hurts my eyes.
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