Being carded when buying alcohol at 28 years old, I get that. That's acceptable. So you think I'm 15, fine, how do you feel after you look at my ID and see that I'm 28?!? HA!
I get asked my age at work all the time. Seriously, maybe 3 times a week. It's like they think it's bring your child to work day and they don't know who's child I am or why I'm pretending to actually do a job.
I let these things roll off my back. But, being carded to get into an R rated movie, yep I kind of took a hit there. "How old do you have to be these days to see an R rated movie" I ask the guy in the ticket booth, who by the way does not seem even the tiniest bit embarrassed after seeing I am 28 like I mentioned I secretly hoped for in these situations. "17 or accompanied by an adult" he rattles off without a care in the world that from the very moment he asked to see my ID (after the split second of course where I thought he was kidding) I have freaked myself out going through scenarios in my head, in a matter of about 5 seconds, as to why he could possibly be asking me for this. All of which sting just a tad.
Second 1: Is he flirting? As I am far from skilled in this talent, I think he looks 17ish so maybe he's flirting...do I flirt back? No, are you crazy, you AREN'T 17, come back to reality!
Second 2: I thought long and hard about this outfit, does it really make me look 11 years younger than I actually am?! Crap, that is definitely not what I was going for. Wait, I'm sure this guy knows nothing about fashion. He wears a uniform everyday for work and for all we know could possibly not even be wearing pants as he sits in a booth all day.
Second 3: So, I'm not buying this ticket alone...does he think the person I'm with, who is older than me, is also under age 17? Does he think the person I'm with is my parent? No, that would mean I could get in according to the earlier recited rule. Does he think I'm dating someone twice my age? Maybe he thinks I'm being kidnapped and forced to see an R rated movie against my will.
Second 4: In my head, I tell myself not to speak. My voice is a dead giveaway to a 5 year old dressed up to look 28. Except I had already spoke and lets be honest, in situations like this, I do nothing but ramble. NOT speaking was NOT an option.
Second 5: Should I just run? Things like this give me anxiety, so maybe I should just run.
By the time I get into the movie, my heart is pounding like I actually AM under age and shouldn't be here. I get the nervous sweats sneaking candy into the theater, now I'm nervous just sitting in my seat. A seat that I paid a pretty penny for and have had the right to be sitting in, fearlessly, for the last 11 years.
At the end of the movie, I decide this is an evil scheme where the theaters are taking advantage of fragile women in order to make money because I am definitely going to have to see that movie again since, thanks to my youthful appearance, I didn't see a single thing.
Friday, December 9, 2011
Thursday, December 1, 2011
TRYING TO BE FRUGAL
My reasons were three fold.
One, I'm addicted to chap stick; one kind of chap stick, that is. I put it on a million times a day. I put it on the same way every time. I have one in every location that I might possibly need one in a hurry, plus all the while having one in either my pants pocket or purse. Like I said, addicted.
Two, ever since putting myself on a strict budget of saving money, I try to save a buck or two wherever I possibly can. Whether it's wearing a blanket around my house like a snuggie in order to not have to turn the heat on (a surprising and unexpected, yet welcomed cut back on my ice cream addiction) or, as in this case, going to Nordstrom Rack instead of Target to get chap stick because I found out they carry my kind for one whole dollar cheaper than other stores. Side note: for those interested, MY kind is Burts Bees. But not the regular Burts Bees that everybody likes that burns the crap out of my lips and nostrils. I might as well be putting Vicks Vapo Rub on my mouth. I prefer the Replenishing Pomegranate variety. Anyway, Nordstrom Rack has a huge bucket of BB chap sticks of all kinds for a good price in the register area when checking out.
And, finally, my third reason, let me be honest, when have I ever passed up a reason to go to Nordstrom Rack?!
So, perhaps any other day of the year would have had a different outcome, but I of course choose to make this, some say ridiculous, trip for chap stick on the weekend of Black Friday. You have to understand though, I was OUT OF CHAP STICK. It happened so suddenly and simultaneously to three different, important chap stick locations. Friday I was replenishing my lips with pomegranate as normal and Saturday, boom, purse, bathroom and car, completely out. So, off to Nordstrom Rack I go.
I should have known, needing to only go to the check out area, of course there was going to be a line that wrapped around the store. That was ok. I'm fine with waiting. It was the fact that out of the entire bucket of probably seven hundred chap sticks, there was only ONE of my kind. That's right, I stood in line for one chap stick because I had gone all the way there to save a dollar. Equally annoyed and excited, I purchased my one chap stick and couldn't get it open fast enough to satisfy my addiction....only to find the tube had been screwed up into the lid and the top half had to be scraped off into the garbage on my way out in order to form a useable shape. Suddenly, I couldn't get to my car fast enough. Next stop, Target.
One, I'm addicted to chap stick; one kind of chap stick, that is. I put it on a million times a day. I put it on the same way every time. I have one in every location that I might possibly need one in a hurry, plus all the while having one in either my pants pocket or purse. Like I said, addicted.
Two, ever since putting myself on a strict budget of saving money, I try to save a buck or two wherever I possibly can. Whether it's wearing a blanket around my house like a snuggie in order to not have to turn the heat on (a surprising and unexpected, yet welcomed cut back on my ice cream addiction) or, as in this case, going to Nordstrom Rack instead of Target to get chap stick because I found out they carry my kind for one whole dollar cheaper than other stores. Side note: for those interested, MY kind is Burts Bees. But not the regular Burts Bees that everybody likes that burns the crap out of my lips and nostrils. I might as well be putting Vicks Vapo Rub on my mouth. I prefer the Replenishing Pomegranate variety. Anyway, Nordstrom Rack has a huge bucket of BB chap sticks of all kinds for a good price in the register area when checking out.And, finally, my third reason, let me be honest, when have I ever passed up a reason to go to Nordstrom Rack?!
So, perhaps any other day of the year would have had a different outcome, but I of course choose to make this, some say ridiculous, trip for chap stick on the weekend of Black Friday. You have to understand though, I was OUT OF CHAP STICK. It happened so suddenly and simultaneously to three different, important chap stick locations. Friday I was replenishing my lips with pomegranate as normal and Saturday, boom, purse, bathroom and car, completely out. So, off to Nordstrom Rack I go.
I should have known, needing to only go to the check out area, of course there was going to be a line that wrapped around the store. That was ok. I'm fine with waiting. It was the fact that out of the entire bucket of probably seven hundred chap sticks, there was only ONE of my kind. That's right, I stood in line for one chap stick because I had gone all the way there to save a dollar. Equally annoyed and excited, I purchased my one chap stick and couldn't get it open fast enough to satisfy my addiction....only to find the tube had been screwed up into the lid and the top half had to be scraped off into the garbage on my way out in order to form a useable shape. Suddenly, I couldn't get to my car fast enough. Next stop, Target.
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