So yesterday was my birthday, and on Saturday night out of curiousity I went to a convenience store last night to buy a pack of smokes at 11:58 PM. Believe it or not, the guy wouldn't sell them to me, even though I was two minutes from being 18. I looked at the clock, looked back at him, and just laughed inside.
And that's not even the funny part: I thought it was ridiculous, but I just said 'Ok whatever, let's just wait until 12:01 then.' He said 'nope, we close at midnight, sorry.' Unbe-freaking-lievable. I went to the 24-hr place nextdoor and bought some, and on the way home I drove past the place I went to first. The cashier was still there at 12:15, cleaning up to go home, and somehow he couldn't have just sold me some smokes ten seconds after 12. Unbelievable, I felt like I was in a friggin sitcom.
Does this make sense to any rational human being here? Have the health Nazis gone too far? (maybe that's not fair to Nazis...)
And that's not even the funny part: I thought it was ridiculous, but I just said 'Ok whatever, let's just wait until 12:01 then.' He said 'nope, we close at midnight, sorry.' Unbe-freaking-lievable. I went to the 24-hr place nextdoor and bought some, and on the way home I drove past the place I went to first. The cashier was still there at 12:15, cleaning up to go home, and somehow he couldn't have just sold me some smokes ten seconds after 12. Unbelievable, I felt like I was in a friggin sitcom.
Does this make sense to any rational human being here? Have the health Nazis gone too far? (maybe that's not fair to Nazis...)
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