Some FB Tidbits for the Memory Book

Had to get some spray paint for a project. Wasn't allowed to carry them through the store. The worker took to the paint to the front. I got in line and told the teenage boy about the spray paint set aside for me. I got ready to pull out my id. He looked at me for a minute, scanned the cans, and let me check out. What the dickens?! I know I complain about being mistaken for a tween on a weekly basis but...apparently I want it both ways. Would it have killed him to card me?! There goes my ego...

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My nine year old just told me that he will never forget me. Which would have been a nice sentiment if he hadn't put the comment in air quotes.