Okay, I walk the mile to the Piggly Wiggly to buy some pipe tobacco (I know, I know, don’t tell me to just quit cause I am not.) What happened? I get asked for an ID and I left my wallet at home. I just completely forgot about it and left it lying on my bedside table. I have bought Sir Walter Raleigh probably 20 times from this same clerk and she has checked my ID many times as well. Did she relent? Nope, I had to walk another mile back home again to get my license. The lady is named Virginia and she is a surly, old cow.
“Virginia, I just walked a mile to come get this. Can you let it slide just once?” I asked.
“Sorry sir, it is the law.” She replied with a smug grin. She was very much relishing her control over me and the situation.
I did get my revenge though. I had a ton of spare change in a large zip lock bag on my dresser. I counted out the exact amount of purchase including tax in quarters, dimes, nickels, pennies, and put it in a zip lock bag. I then got in my car and drove back down there. I was not about to walk another two miles.
“That will be $21.59.” She said as she handed me the can of tobacco after checking my ID.
I handed her that heavy zip lock bag of change with a smug grin on my face knowing it would take her a good ten minutes to count it.
“Have a nice day.” I said as I walked on out the door.
Revenge is a dish best served cold.
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