I had to prove I was 18 at Wal-Mart today. That wasn’t too hard. I had my 11-year-old daughter and my 9-year-old son with me. Even at the Ghetto-Mart, that proves I am at least 25. Also, I was rather grumpy about being questioned. I could have said “when I was your age….” and then told a story to the checkout clerk, and if that didn’t work I could have produced my driver’s license. But I digress…
I was trying to buy a substance that you have to be 18 to buy. No, it wasn’t a BB Gun, or ammunition, or even a Swiss Army knife. The drinking age is 21, so it wasn’t liquor, although I could use a drink about now. The controlled substance is…..
Now we should all know what WD-40 does. If you are from another continent, it is a nearly universal lubricant, and I was planning to use it on my kids’ bike chains.
But apparently some idiots like to use aerosol cans to get high, so store policy is not to sell spray paint, or WD-40, or any other product in a spray can, to minors.
Because we all know that when someone who is stupid enough to inhale stuff from aerosol cans turns 18, they become smart and won’t do it any more. We also know that they won’t think to use hairspray or nail polish or whipped cream, because these things are bought by girls and are never abused.
When I was the checkout clerk’s age, I was buying old bikes, fixing them, and re-selling them. I guess I couldn’t do that if I were growing up now.