So, the other day was my birthday. I decided that I was going to make it a ME day by wearing my Manolo's while watching Sex in the City and drinking cosmos. That was the plan. But first I had to return a couple bottles of red wine at the LC (like WHO drinks red?! Ewwww!), and grab some vodka and Triple Sec to help make my vision complete.
So I'm at the LC and the guy says to me:
"Got some I.D. for me?"
And I gasped. Audibly. You know, that excited sort of gasp.
*GASP*
"I most surely do!" I say.
"It's my birthday today and I'm 36!" I say so proudly.
"I love how I still get I.D.'ed too!" I say a little louder, in a bragging sort of way.
The guy says in a totally unimpressed voice:
"Happy Birthday Ma'am. I need your I.D. for return purposes."
Bastard.
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