Yesterday Mom sent me to Wal-Mart to get spray paint for my sisters' bed that needed a new color. After taking my time finding the right price, picking out the perfect shades of paint and primer, and calling home twice to re-affirm Mom's opinion (this all took about 25 minutes.) I headed to the check out line.
I was not prepared for what happened next.
The cashier said, "I'm going to need to see some ID please."
"Um, okay." I stuttered, pulling out my drivers license trying to think why she'd be wanting it. No one had slipped a pack of beer in my cart while I wasn't looking had they?
Apparently, you must be18 or older to buy spray paint.....?
Are that many kids getting high off that stuff? We have about 15 bottles laying around the house. I hope a spray paint addict never comes over.
Or maybe, grafitti? If that was the case I could have just drawn her a stick man to show her that I sure wasn't into that sort of thing. I'm very artisticly challenged.
I found this whole episode quite amusing. Here is a warning to all of those who were going to buy paint under the age of 18, you can't do it.
When I turn 18, Wal-Mart better look out, I'm going to buy every bottle of the stuff they have.
