I ran up to Best Buy today to get some ink for my new Kodak printer today. I grabbed everything I needed, color, black and some professional quality paper to print our Christmas cards on. All set!

I get to the register. A young guy was working it. Another young guy was the customer ahead of me. The young man (customer) asked why he had to show ID for a video game.

“Rate R. I can’t sell it to anyone under 17″ says the young man at the register.

“Oh, that’s funny, I’m almost 20!”

“Twenty!”, the guy at the register says, “Man, it all goes downhill when you hit 20, man!”

“I know, that’s what I’ve heard, man!”, says young customer dude.

So, me in my bright pink hat, loudly set my items on the counter and throw up my hands. “Twenty and downhill? (I start laughing) I guess I’m done for!”

They both look at me, very red and in unison say, “Oh…Sorry, Ma’am”

SORRY, MA’AM ?   OMG!!!!  (Would that be ‘sorry, you are so OLD? Thus looking at me, they think I’m old!!!  and MA’AM?  Ummmm…..that’s worse!)

Oh, wait, I just looked and wordnet.princeton defines ma’am as:
     dame: a woman of refinement; “a chauffeur opened the door of the  
      limousine for the grand lady”   (O.K., that’s much better.  I’ll take ‘dame’)

To make matters worse, I came home, and the new ink cartridge was defective, screwed up my new printer and now I’m waiting for replacement parts from Kodak.  Had to order my Christmas Cards online!  Arghhhh!  Now I’m old AND frustrated! (and  I can’t print!)   lol

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