By this point, the clerk had a skeptical look on her face and was in the midst of calling her manager over. I found my birth date on my temporary license and yipped with glee. Everyone in the store was now looking at me. The manager took one look at my temporary license and told me he would not allow me to buy beer unless I had a photo ID to back up my identity. I rummaged through my huge purse and found an expired North Carolina license from a few years ago. I couldn't believe it. I had found ID and was actually allowed to buy the beer.
On the way out of the store, still flustered, I went to switch hands with the bags I was carrying because they were heavy. I was right in front of a packed restaurant that had thin glass windows as its entire front. A few clanks was all it took for me to notice that my beer quickly hit the ground. Within a split second the word s##t projected itself out of my mouth - right in front of the restaurant full of people! Soaked in beer, I salvaged the bottles that I could and picked up the big glass pieces. I then went home, took my shoes off, and enjoyed a nice cold one. And then I enjoyed another just because I could.
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