A picnic story
My second year in university I decided I was not going to suffer through another dining hall Thanksgiving, and so I was going to throw my own Thanksgiving dinner for those of us stuck in the dorms over the long weekend. So I went out and bought a dozen plates and fancy glasses and cutlery, and planned the full menu (sans the turkey). Then I went food shopping at Trader Joes (for those who don’t know, its a chain store that sells delicious gourmet and organic foodstuffs). I filled a cart with sweet potatoes and cranberries and salad stuffs and fancy non-alcoholic sparklies, and made my way to checkout. And the cashier said “card please.” And I said “you need a card?” And the cashier said “yeah, I can’t let you buy it without a card” And I said “I didn’t know Trader Joe’s had membership cards?” And she said “Not a membership card, an ID card” And I said “Why do you need an ID card?” And she said “You can’t buy alcohol without …