I know its been discussed before but I'm getting sick of the age policy at TRACTOR SUPLLY CO when you buy something as simple as a can of spray paint 
I don't give my birthday.
I don't give my phone number.
I don't give my address.
But I will give my Zip Code.
Today I walked into T.S.C. and picked up a $2.99 can of John Deere "green" spray paint. Walked up to the register and waiting in line. Pulled out 4 $1.00 bills and the girl running the register asked for my birthday. I have to be 18 years old to buy it, she needs to key in my birthday to 'prove' that I am old enough to buy a can of paint.
Apparently ONLY kids under the age of 18 "huff" paint to get high?
In the past when I refuse to give my birthday the clerks do something and then sell me my paint, chemical or other "restricted" item.
NOT TODAY.
My grey hair, grey beard and wrinkled skin are not enough to prove I'm over 18.
Clerk shrugged. Said she can't sell me paint without me first providing my birthday. Took those 4 singles with George Washington printed on them and put them back into my wallet and walked off, can of paint still sitting on the counter and the girl, with a dumbstruck look on her face standing there. Now I presume that the other clerks working there make up a date, or plug in their own birthday? Not this girl. She was stupid enough to allow a paying customer to walk out of the store.
Dumbass

I don't give my birthday.
I don't give my phone number.
I don't give my address.
But I will give my Zip Code.
Today I walked into T.S.C. and picked up a $2.99 can of John Deere "green" spray paint. Walked up to the register and waiting in line. Pulled out 4 $1.00 bills and the girl running the register asked for my birthday. I have to be 18 years old to buy it, she needs to key in my birthday to 'prove' that I am old enough to buy a can of paint.
Apparently ONLY kids under the age of 18 "huff" paint to get high?
In the past when I refuse to give my birthday the clerks do something and then sell me my paint, chemical or other "restricted" item.
NOT TODAY.
My grey hair, grey beard and wrinkled skin are not enough to prove I'm over 18.
Clerk shrugged. Said she can't sell me paint without me first providing my birthday. Took those 4 singles with George Washington printed on them and put them back into my wallet and walked off, can of paint still sitting on the counter and the girl, with a dumbstruck look on her face standing there. Now I presume that the other clerks working there make up a date, or plug in their own birthday? Not this girl. She was stupid enough to allow a paying customer to walk out of the store.
Dumbass
