Le Doug sent me out this afternoon to pick up some dry cleaning and do the grocery shopping. I had just finished a little writing so I was more than happy to get out of the house for a bit. The shopping list was pretty standard: chips, dip, tea, bottled water, waffles and a case of Coors Light. He even gave me his AMEX in order to get things moving. I was on the job.
It is normal for grocery stores to card everyone who comes through the check out buying beer. I think it is a way to detract kids from trying to come and buy booze. As I expected, they asked for me for my driver's license, which I gave them. My license, which is valid through 2008, is from California. Most of the time people make a cheerful remark about it being from California and then send me on my way. But not the Food Emporium.
The cashier I had handed my license to, which as I said is still quite valid, handed it to another cashier. That cashier asked me for another for of ID, which I gave them. Still not convinced that I was over 21, they called over the floor manager, who gave me a once over before running the sale through.
Yes, I gave them the patented Pauline Attitude throughout the process, mostly because of the profound absence of logic that I was dealing with. No one in their right mind would think I am under 21, and these ladies must have had some serious cataracts to think that.
At least they let me buy the beer.
