This afternoon, to take a break from a very big, very important project (the outcome of which, theoretically, will affect the rest of my life; but I'm trying not to think about that right now) I decided to take a break to stock up on groceries ~ a little trip to Whole Foods was in order. I was paid (a little) for that first piece I just published, so I was "feeling flush" and went all out at "Whole Paycheck"....I even bought things like paper towels, hand soap, and laundry detergent (have you seen how much that Seventh Generation detergent costs?!)! While there, I also grabbed two bottles of wine...you know, not for like any time soon, but just to stock up my "wine cabinet"...you know?
At the checkout counter I was busy loading all my groceries on the counter when I thought the check-out guy said that he would need my I.D. if I was going to write a check. I looked up and realized he meant that he needed my I.D. for the WINE ~ "oh bless your heart" just spilled out of my mouth, with a huge smile. I mean, I am THIRTY....SOMETHING and he was, like 19 or 20 with cute spiky hair and a dog collar or some such accessory. So, I finished loading the groceries and I started looking for my license....it wasn't in my bag! I considered asking him if my Cal Student I.D. Card was enough but figured that wouldn't help much (yea, I still carry around the I.D. to blend in with the hip Berkeley students). Then I looked down and noticed what I was wearing....cream baggy cargo pants, black tenees, a grey and blue Cal t-shirt, a funky multi-colored knit scarf, mismatched brown corduroy jacket (one size too small), and messenger bag strapped across my chest....OK, I looked TWELVE. Well, by the time I looked up at the check-out guy with my sheepish grin, the two bagger girls (in their early-early-20's, one with a cute pink stripe in her hair) had already bagged all my groceries. I couldn't help but smile when I told the man/boy, "Wow, you're not gonna believe this...but I can't find my license! Really! C'mon now, I'm thirty-{secret}! Please give me my wine...."
So, as the two cute bagger-girls watched me and the line of customers behind me tapped their feet, the man/boy checker said, "Well, I have to call the manager over." And then he announced to the whole store, "Manager needed at Checkstand 10 for I.D. check!" Oh, I was laughing by now. This was fantastic! Before the manager arrived, the check-out man/boy announced to the bagger-girls, who were loading the bags into my cart, "Hold on, we might have to take the wine back...."
The manager rushes over (now there are FOUR employees "handling the I.D. situation")...OK, the manager is like 23 TOPS with piercings in many, many places......and very pretty eyes. So the check-out cutie explains the situation to the manager...the customers behind me are pelting me with organic vegetables and soy-products, and I am smiling so loudly they could hear me back in the meat department. The manager politely said, "I'm sorry but we need your I.D. We have to take the wine back." (Did you get that, they took my wine back!) I told him I totally understand and that I love all of them. Then the checkout boy announces, "So, the total, after I deducted the wine we took back, is $____." Oh he was loving this.
So one of the bagger-girls took the wine out of my bags and said, "Oh look, the OJ will fit right here where the wine was!" And then she smiled at me.
I love Whole Foods employees! ~ :)
I was moved by the service provided by this lady @ wholefoods,plano. Very capable and polite. I think her name is Yogy
Posted by: anna | Tuesday, February 03, 2009 at 07:43 AM
DT, you don't have to agree. I have a serious complex about my youthful apperance.
Posted by: cindylu | Monday, February 07, 2005 at 01:31 AM
Yea, congrats! I stopped getting carded a while back, but then again, I don't think they card anyone in Texas. Marissa, you should send those 4 employees a card or something. You could make it funny and I'm sure they would appreciate it.
btw, Cindylu does look like she's 12.
Posted by: DailyTexican | Sunday, February 06, 2005 at 10:29 AM
Sweet, congrats on getting carded in your thirties...doesn't it feel grand.
Strange, I don't think I'm baing allowed to post, something about spam?
Posted by: weblackey | Sunday, February 06, 2005 at 08:22 AM
This post made me laugh. I look twelve on a daily basis and am almost always carded. I keep my ID handy when I buy alcohol.
Posted by: cindylu | Saturday, February 05, 2005 at 02:20 AM