I went to Target the other day to spend approximately 20% of my husband’s take-home pay (as we tend to do here in the affluent suburbs). Now that they sell groceries, there is nothing I can’t get there! Included in my purchases was a bottle of NyQuil. Well, not really NyQuil, but the Target generic brand of NyQuil – it’s almost three bucks cheaper! Upon checking out, the emaciated young cashier asked for my ID. For the faux NyQuil. Huh? He didn’t just look at it, he scanned it! That makes me not so happy, now that Target, and probably “the man”, has all the info on my purchases in addition to my personal information.
Later that same day, I went to the local hardware store to get some hydrochloric acid for my son’s science fair experiment (something about the relationship between pH and boiling points). I walked in and asked for it, was shown directly to the shelf, and had my choice of quart or gallon jugs of hydrochloric acid (called muriatic acid which is really a 38% solution of hydrochloric acid). I selected a quart and went up to the cashier. Nobody asked for ID.
I started laughing and shared my story of Target and generic NyQuil. Soon there were four employees yucking it up in the front of the store, and they shared the fact that they cannot sell spray paint to anyone under 18. I reminded them that it is Pinewood derby season in the suburbs, and they laughingly told me that Cub Scouts need not apply! I paid cash for my dangerous acid, and scoffed at them, reminding them that they had no idea who I was, or what my intentions were for the acid! Bwah-ha-ha-ha-ha! As I left, one of the gents shouted “HAVE FUN WITH YOUR ACID!!!”. Does this make any sense?