Comment: About a year or so,

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About a year or so,

I went to my old man's house to help him with his first cutting for his yard. He went to start up his riding mower and it just wouldn't start, it had been sitting all winter. It turns out it had a gummed up carburetor.

So I drive to the hardware store to pick up some carb and choke cleaner. I find the product I need and proceeded to the check-out. Upon checkout, the girl behind the counter asked for my ID. I was flabbergasted at the notion, but I needed it, and I went to pull it out when I realized I didn't have it with me.

She new I was over 18, but needed "verification." So I had to drive all the way back to my old man's house, pick up my wallet, and drive all the way back to the hardware-store. It was ridiculous.

“When a well-packaged web of lies has been sold gradually to the masses over generations, the truth will seem utterly preposterous and its speaker a raving lunatic.” – Dresden James