multi-masking

Dan and I ran out of ciggies in the middle of Dani’s party, so we went to a 7-11 store near GMA 7.

I told the cashier what I wanted, and then he goes, “Ma’am, ilang taon na po kayo?”

I tell him I’m 27, and he looks at me in disbelief. WTF?!? I know people tell me I don’t look my age, but what he tells me next is just ridiculous:

“Ma’am, meron po kayong ID?”

“Siryoso ka ba?” I point at Dan. “Eto, officemate ko ‘to o.”

Cashier guy scratches his head.

‘Twas a good thing Dan had his wallet, which had his driver’s license. So he ended up buying 2 packs of Marlboro black (or silver) — one for him, and one for me.