Today my husband and I had to run and get diapers for my little Bub and the only place that has the Huggies diapers with the "yellow stripe" for a size 3 (most stop at size 2) is Wal-Mart. And they are wicked close to the house. Now let me just say (and I was strictly told by my husband, not to bash Wal-Mart, because of course that is rude) but I am not their biggest fan.
I remember as a kid when it first opened up in our area. I live in Maine, and when a Wal-Mart comes to town, it's a big deal. Especially when it plops right next to the slowly dying Ames. But ever since Le Target opened up in the next town, I moved my super-store loyalty. I know you understand....and for those of you that don't....you clearly are avid Wal-Marters. Okay, I promised I wouldn't bash, but I am a little peeved.
So tonight, we as a little family, scampered off to Wal-Mart to grab 3 boxes of those coveted diapers, a George Foreman, and a bottle of white wine. I wanted to make chicken scampi tomorrow night for dinner, and I like to use wine, and I like to drink wine. Win Win! At the checkout I squeezed by my husband, as he was loading the belt, pushing my little boy in his stroller. Next thing I know, and I should have known because he was young, the cashier asked for BOTH of our I.D.'s. Seriously?! I wasn't the one buying it first of all. So it shouldn't matter. I had clearly walked away, about 20 feet, with the stroller, so to his knowledge I didn't even know this said husband checking out with the massive bottle of wine. Secondly.... I am 27.5...ALMOST 30!! Okay, so I have 2.5 years, but my husband constantly reminds me I am on the tipping point of 30, thanks.
Of course, my husband and I went on date day (poor lost post), day before yesterday, and my wallet was sitting nice and snug in my purse at home. And since I had my diaper bag, that meant no I.D. which translated into me looking at the young boy saying "are you kidding me? I'm almost 30!" I am never one to question, talk back, or give sass, but I was peeved that he had just unscanned my wine!
I know one day I will be thankful someone is carding me, since forever more I will carry my I.D. on me. But when it happens and the result is me not going home with a big bottle of wine, I am not thankful. I just have to remember that just because I am pushing a stroller with a baby and I am married, doesn't mean that I am of age....