Like I've said before (in my about me page) I'm in my thirties (yeah get over it, I'm not farting dust yet). I'm sure you can imagine by my cool avatar, that I'm a smoker too (yeah, again get over it...I'm working on quitting). I also mentioned that I'm a military wife. Well this military wife is broke ass, therefore I live on base as apposed to buying my own house. The experience I had a few months back is one for the record books. Sit back and enjoy the ride because this one is insane!
I had recently moved here with hubby and Princess after yet another posting from the military. We were happy about our location as apposed to where we were before. I like it because I can be in the city in 20 minutes or less and still have the small community living.
I'm driving off base, and look at my fuel tank and realize I should probably gas up. So I pull into a local gas bar and fill the tank up. While I'm in line to pay for said gas, I realize I'm low on smokes, so I make a mental note to buy some once I'm at the counter.
Twenty minutes later (I'll explain in another post) I'm at the counter and I explain what tank I'm paying for and then ask for one pack of smokes. The woman looks at me long and hard. I'm thinking, do I have a booger hanging out of my nose or something?
She then asks for ID. I looked at her like she was from another planet. Sure, there are those people that love to be asked for ID, taking it as a compliment. But guess what! I hate it. It's a pain in the ass. I ask her if she's serious. Her expression did not change.
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I take out my ID which happened to be from another province as we had just moved here. She looks at it, then looks at me, then looks at the ID, then looks at me asking what country I'm from.
Are you fucking kidding me?
Ummm, I'm from mars you fucking moron! It says what province I'm from right at the top of the ID.
Flabbergasted at this woman's moronic look, I state I just moved here from a different province and I'm a military spouse who just moved onto the base less than a kilometer from this place.
She still look dumbfounded. I asked her for the smokes to be placed in my hand and then finished my transaction.
To this day every time I go to that gas bar and she's working I hold my breath waiting to hear what other moronic thing she'll say next.
2 comments:
I used to feel like you but at 51 I welcome getting carded! Don't sweat the small stuff sweetie. She's a moron.
I echo what Barb said. We do live among them and have to somehow get over it. I am 65 and live just a tad north of Barb and I get carded but only because my card is not signed on purpose. Have a great Tuesday.
Odie in NC
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