(I am a twenty-three-year old college student, but I can’t drive for medical reasons. On this particular day, I’ve ridden to the store with a friend to keep her company. She’s paying for groceries while talking to me when the cashier starts up a conversation.)
Cashier: “College students?”
My Friend: “Oh, yeah. We go to [college name]! Did the ramen and energy drinks give it away?”
Cashier: “Heh. Yeah, kind of. Actually, I go to [other college] right now. Sucks to have to drive an hour to get there.”
Me: “Yeah, I kinda get that feeling. I used to have to walk an hour to class before I transferred to [college name].”
Cashier: *confused* “Why didn’t you just drive?”
Me: “I can’t drive, actually.”
Cashier: “You can’t drive?”
Me: “Nuh-uh.”
Cashier: “And you go to college?”
Me: “…Yes?”
Cashier: “You are destined to fail!”
(At this point, my friend and I are just staring at her, speechless.)
Cashier: “What’s wrong with you?! You should just quit school right now. People who can’t drive can’t be a part of society. You absolutely HAVE to have a car to do anything!”
Me: “Er… I’ve… actually never had any problems out of it.”
Cashier: “But you WILL! What if you get a job two hours away?”
Me: “… I move two hours away? I moved two hours away to finish college.”
Cashier: “Do you have a job?”
Me: “I’m a receptionist.”
Cashier: “How do you get to work?!”
Me: “I walk?”
Cashier: “Drop out or learn to drive!”
(As we’re walking out, my friend stops and turns to me.)
My Friend: “I have no idea what just happened, but I think everyone involved is dumber for the experience.”
