Friday, July 23, 2010

Babyface

Today was a Costco day, and like most Costco days, the best part was the samples. Or at least it was.  I spotted a display of gelato at the end of the row, and perhaps to eagerly walked over, because hey, gelato. I reach over, and the woman all but slaps my hand away, glares at me and asks, "How old are ya hon?"

"Uh, 23?"

She responded with a very dubious snort, a "well, we have to ask" and a half handed gesture granting access to the samples.

I did enjoy my spoon full of gelato, but it would have been a little nicer without feeling instantly transported back to awkward teenagedom with just one question. I realize at some point this may be flattering, but right now? Not so much.

6 comments:

  1. You have to be a certain age to get samples? What the heck. I was at Costco today too, but no gelato samples for me :(

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  2. Oh man! insulting. Also, I get that all the time. Partly it's my fault because I still find it totally acceptable to wear, like, sweats to the grocery store.

    Sometimes I entertain thoughts of snapping, "That's MRS" when they say 'have a good day, miss g' at the end of the transaction. But then they'd probably just think I was a child bride.

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  3. Not that it's insulting that you look great for your age, I mean, but insulting the way she handled it!

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  4. Ooh, ouch. Luckily that hasn't happened to me, although I fully expect it to, one of these days. I look really young, but it doesn't come up much.
    Back when I first met my boyfriend, we were hanging out after a comedy show in town, and a cop came by and asked him- in a group of two 18 year olds, one 21 year old (him), and a guy who was 23 or so- and only him- how old he was. Yeah, he has a young face.

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  5. Wow...thankfully she didn't ask for ID!

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  6. 1.) Since when do you have to tell your age to get a sample of gelato? It wasn't a shot of vodka!

    2.) That was just rude.

    3.) I've dealt with the babyface stuff forever, it seems. I was at a restaurant with my family once when I was 16, and the waiter thought I was 12. I knew this because he tried to give me a kid's menu. In retrospect, I should've just gone with it, since the buffet would've been half price (I'm cheap). But having just turned 16, I was livid at being mistaken for 12. LIVID.

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