Omgs

[angelak]

Okay.
Kinkos.
The lady asks for my ID, because my credit card says "CHECK ID."
The question I get?
"does your sister know you have her card?"
Um.
Then she asks me how old I am. She was nice and all, not being a bitch about it all.
But I was like, "20!" Omgs!
She was like. Right.

I AM 20! It WAS my card and my ID!!!
Not that she hesitated on the sale or anything.
Hrm.
Do I not look 20....

My sister! My sister is 23, thank you.
Omgs.
Today has been a rough day. I want to go to sleep now. But soon I will be with Khaya and it will all be okay.

Oh. And according to the dispatcher for this place I am working through for this printer, I don't sound like I'm from Washington. [He was from Texas], I sound more like NJ or something! Hah. Amusing, I guess.

Oh yes. And Kevin calls me and is asking a question, and his response as he gets off the phone with me is, "Have a good weekend. Don't get caught doing whatever it is that you do."

Heh. Cops. Might I add... jailers are different folk.

-Angela

Comments

[rconiv.livejournal.com]

Wish I had your problem, people keep thinking I am pushing 40 and I'm just barely in to my 30's. Must be from all the years I spent out in the deep cold.

silly sales people

[kdana.livejournal.com]

*hugs*

Those things suck but they happen...a little while ago someone I know went to buy some clothes or something and when the lady at the counter was having problems with the credit card she said something like "Next time you should bring your mother." and the girl thought something like "WTF? This is MY credit card, I pay for it and my mother has NOTHING TO DO WITH IT."... it's dumb when they say those things.

See ya tomorrow! Oh btw - I got a ride there with Johanna.. yay.