Welcome to another edition of Blast From The Past. This week we’re revisiting the time I went to Bunnings. Enjoy!
So yesterday I ducked into Bunnings to buy a can of brown spray paint. Which I plan on using to transform a aluminium roasting tray into a turtle shell for a Book Week costume. Naturally!
So when I put the can down on the checkout bench the lovely old lady behind the counter looked at me, looked at the spray paint and said these magic words (which, FYI, I haven’t heard in a very.long.time)
“You’re over 18 aren’t you?’
To which I replied, “Um, yes. By 22 years. But thanks. You’ve made my day.”
And then the lovely lady said “Goodness me, you don’t look it. I bet you get asked for ID at nightclubs all the time.”
Well no. I don’t. Partly because I haven’t been inside a nightclub since the late 90’s but mainly because these days I’m a total Nanna. Yep, my idea of a wild night out actually involves staying home and watching Big Brother while inhaling a slab of chocolate!
But if we could all take a moment to ignore the fact that a) the lovely lady was clearly severely visually impaired and b) it’s probably a legal requirement to ask that question when spray paint purchases are involved, and focus purely on the fact that I TOTALLY GOT CARDED AT BUNNINGS, that would be great. Thanks!
When was the last time you were asked to show ID? Was it at Bunnings?
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