...we interrupt this program...

...for a rant.

I stopped at Home Depot tonight to pick up some spray paint for a project. I used the self-checkout line.

I scanned the first can and a message saying "please show ID to cashier" popped up. I thought "I'm paying cash, so meh". I ran the 2nd can over the scanner and it wouldn't scan. Tried it again...no luck.

The cashier finally stepped over and said "Oh - let me clear that for you. We have to see ID to keep kids from purchasing spray paint to huff"

Is there a "WTF" icon on blogspot? If so, I'd use it about eleventy billion times in this post.

Making people (regardless of age) show ID to purchase 2 cans of spray paint, or a package of cold medicine, or whatever other substance has been relegated to that grey area of "not illegal, but we're going to give you agita for purchasing it because we *can*" is NOT going to stop people from huffing or making illegal drugs.

What it's going to do is lose you business over the long run. Touchy-Feely-Nanny legislation like this accomplishes nothing. But I guess it *is* easier than tackling those silly issues like the highest property taxes in Christendom (I was purchasing said pseudo-contraband in NJ).

Gah.

...I take some comfort in this...

You are not a fool for trusting someone who lied to you.

They are the fool for lying to someone who trusted them.

It's the easiest thing in the world to get away with temporarily, and the hardest thing to recover from permanently.

Please don't let it change you. There are already way too many of them, and far too few of you.

...then don't do it!

...goes the punchline to the Henny Youngman joke about the guy who tells his doctor that "it hurts when I do (fill in the blank)"

That's exactly how I feel every Sunday when I read the NY Times wedding stories. I *know* it's going to hurt, and I *know* I'm going to cry, and yet, I continue to do it.

Is there a doctor in the house?

...it's sad, but true...

...since I've turned 50, I'm invisible.




Too old for men to date. Too old for companies to hire.

Unfortunately, I'm still young enough to be hurt. So much for "the best years of my life"

...locking the door...

...is just a little bit easier with each day.

...it is said...

...that you can die from a broken heart.

I think it's harder to live with one.