I spent the day doing basically two things: applying for jobs (I think I filled out 5 applications today) and trying to beautify our home. However, during my projects I got asked a very sensative question... TWICE:
"Are you 18?"
Yes I am thank you very much. I have a college degree and I have been married for a year. What do you think about that?
The first man who asked was the manager of Dillards, where I was trying to fill out one of the many job applications. He was nice about it, but a few minutes later he asked, "So are you in school?" When I told him I had just graduated COLLEGE he still seemed a little suprised but then tried to make up for his mistake by praising how great that was to be a college graduate. I thought it was funny and told Bret about it, but there was no real damage done.
However, later that night I was at the checkout at Wal Mart when the cashier asked me, once again, if I was 18. I said yes. She looked skeptical. I asked if she needed to see ID. She did. I was buying some lamp shades, a piece of foam board, and some furniature repair markers. Nothing sketchy, nothing dangerous, nothing that requires being 18. So not only was I irritated that she thought I was so young, but even if I was 17, why should she have to ask? As she handed me my reciept she told me to keep it handy because the guy at the door might ask me the same question and want proof of purchase. Seriously?
I feel young, stupid and like I'm 17 again. Well, it's past my high-school bed-time so peace out.
"Are you 18?"
Yes I am thank you very much. I have a college degree and I have been married for a year. What do you think about that?
The first man who asked was the manager of Dillards, where I was trying to fill out one of the many job applications. He was nice about it, but a few minutes later he asked, "So are you in school?" When I told him I had just graduated COLLEGE he still seemed a little suprised but then tried to make up for his mistake by praising how great that was to be a college graduate. I thought it was funny and told Bret about it, but there was no real damage done.
However, later that night I was at the checkout at Wal Mart when the cashier asked me, once again, if I was 18. I said yes. She looked skeptical. I asked if she needed to see ID. She did. I was buying some lamp shades, a piece of foam board, and some furniature repair markers. Nothing sketchy, nothing dangerous, nothing that requires being 18. So not only was I irritated that she thought I was so young, but even if I was 17, why should she have to ask? As she handed me my reciept she told me to keep it handy because the guy at the door might ask me the same question and want proof of purchase. Seriously?
I feel young, stupid and like I'm 17 again. Well, it's past my high-school bed-time so peace out.
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