I know I look young, but come on...

You know what really annoys me in life? Rude people. I can handle just about anything, but rude people can get under my skin quicker than anything.
Back to the subject at hand...
Sadly, Wal-Mart seems to be the breeding grounds for rude people, and a lot of times its the cashiers--yeah, the ones with smiley-face buttons.
Now, I must confess I like to buy a pack of wine coolers every now and then. A pack will last me a LONG time, and I really like the taste. Not a wine-o, just like them now and then ok? :) On this certain Wal-Mart trip (about a month ago), I had a pack of wine coolers in our cart of groceries. The routine is as follows: Momma unloads all groceries onto belt and Christian and Caitlin hand the full sacks to Daddy who is standing near the sack station. Fairly easy routine--until a certain cashier decides to mess it all up. I was standing in front her watching the grocery bill add up when she scanned my wine coolers.
"I need to see your i.d., " she growls. Well, I left my purse in the car, so I turned to John and asked for him to show her his i.d.
"Ma'am, I need to see YOUR i.d. since you are paying for it." No need to be so rude lady!
"I am paying for this," John said politely. "You can check MY i.d."
Grumbling to herself, the cashier checked his and continued to scan our items. Suddenly, I hear her yelling at Caitlin. "Hey!! Don't touch that sack! No one under 21 is allowed to touch that sack! You let your Daddy get it!"
Oh no she didn't.
By this time, John is rolling his eyes, making comments about 8 year olds getting drunk under his breath, and the cashier is back to scanning. Sadly, I couldn't go without responding.
"It would be terribly sad if I had an 8 year old and 2 other small children if I was under 21, don't you think!?! And, what kind of mom would I be if I let her touch my alcohol?"

Wal-Mart trip #2: Yesterday, we went to pick up a couple of necessities and a few grocery items. Since I was in the mood for a wine cooler again, I bought a small pack. It's so frustrating when you can't find a single checkout lane that isn't 10 people deep, but that's another post. :) We went for the "20 items or less" line, which only had 5 people ahead of us. After waiting 20 or more minutes, we come up on another rude cashier. Oh great. Put the wine coolers back, Mel. This could be a re-run of the other time. I decided to continue with my purchase, only to discover I left my wallet in the car--AGAIN.
Sweet fancy moses.
To avoid the same confrontation as last time, I switched places with John and went to the sacking area so he could pay and show his i.d. Well devised plan until John got tangled up with the children and didn't hear the cashier ask to see his i.d. She then turned to me and asked for mine.
Of course she would huh.
I yelled at John, pointed to his wallet, and he hurridly pulled it out and showed her. She didn't say anything, but her eyes were fixed on me the rest of the time. Get this: she even made sure I didn't touch the "alcohol sack" as if I was a child or something. SHEESH!!
That's right ma'am...I'm gonna borrow someone else's 3 children, stand in line at Wal-Mart for 20-30 minutes, just to try to fake you out and get alcohol when I'm really underage.
Makes total sense!