When we go to check out, the girl asks if I am 21. Now, I know I don't look 21. I look like, 17. Especially when I have my hair pulled back and baggy clothes on. I say yes, and she goes "OK, cool!" and proceeded to scan our stuff. Hubby asks if we can sign up for the discount card, and she gives me the sheet to fill out.
Part of the sheet asks for my DL#. So, I pull out my wallet, and lean over to finish writing. I am am writing, I can feel her peering over me, trying to look at my license. I didn't say anything until we left. I mentioned to hubby "Man, could she get any closer to look at my license? I wouldn't have minded if she asked, but she was close enough to look down my shirt." Hubby is convinced she wanted to sneak a peek at my goods. :D
Still, I was like, WTF? Personal space? If you don't believe I'm 21, ASK for my id, don't try to lean over and look at it when its way far away!
