Although I don't agree completely with the practice, I'm more inclined to keep teens away from alcoholic beverages than from vegetable spiralizers. But here's a funny story about that.
A friend was at the grocery store, and decided she'd like a little wine with dinner. So she picked out a good one, and set the bottle in her cart. At check-out, she was asked to prove that she was older than 21. Now this friend looks quite young for her age, but she is older than I am, and I've seen more than seven decades. As the lady said in the spiralizer story, When did the world go completely mad? If the cashier can't tell at a glance that I'm not 20 years old, I don't want her counting my change. And if the store thinks she's incapable of such a determination, how is it they trust her to make any decisions at all?
I don't know why my friend didn't have her driver's license with her at the time, but she didn't, and reluctantly decided to forgo her dinnertime libation. But here's where the story gets interesting.
As many of us do in such situations, it wasn't until after she was done shopping that she thought of what she should have said. Because she was not alone in the store.
Hang on a second. My grandson will buy it for me.
Then again, she probably wouldn't have wanted to get him in trouble for buying alcohol for seniors.
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