The Wal*Mart worker scanned the NyQuil, paused, looked up and said, "Are you 18 or older?" With a frustrated tone I said, "I am six years over 18!" He then looked back down, paused for another moment then said, "Can I see some ID?"
I couldn't believe it. I know I might not look 24-years old, but I should at least look like I am out of high school! I passed over my ID and waited for him to do the math in his head. He seemed to have some trouble adding up the years but finally he gave the okay and took my cash. I came to Wal*Mart already not in a good mood since I was sick and left in an even worse mood.
But I drank my sorrows away with NyQuil and quickly fell asleep. I do love NyQuil. It is the only thing that can put me to sleep when I am sick.