You got to love those male teenage cashiers!

I was at Giant today doing my grocery shopping. My daughter has a bad head cold so she picked up some Tylenol Severe Cold medicine. When he rang up the medicine, he said to me "are you over 18?" So smart ass that I am, I said to him, "how old do you think I am?" He stopped for a minute and then said "69". There were two woman helping to bag my stuff and I thought they were going to die laughing. I said to him "do you really think I look almost 70 years old?" You should have seen his face - he said "no, I need to put your year of birth in here and I meant I thought you were born in 1969". I told him he would get to live another day since he guessed the correct year I graduated from high school,not the year I was born.  He kept apologizing to me the whole time. He probably hopes he never sees me in his line again.