Wednesday, February 21, 2007

I need to vent.

I don't know if anyone really reads these. But I'm having an issue.

I understand I look young. I normally don't get upset when I get carded for things. In fact, I usually have my license ready for them. So yes, I understand I look young. But when a store associate takes 5 minutes to look at my id, then ask me how old I am, rub my license to see if it's a fake, and then proceed to ask me for additional forms of ID, and then takes another 5 minutes to determine if I am at least eighteen years old, it does not make me a happy camper.

Now I have to go search my empty fridge for something to eat before LOST comes on.

Good tidings to y'all. Thanks for listening.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I Read...
From Big Brother Les