Oh No, Friends Of Differing Genders, How Scandalous…

I’m a twenty-two-year-old woman renting a house with my boyfriend and three male friends. I am not much of a drinker, but the boys are, which means I often ended up being the designated driver.

The liquor store is a few miles down the road, too dangerous to walk but not a hassle to drive.

Almost every weekend, I will end up driving one of them to the store to get more drinks. I don’t mind driving but I do require one of them to go with me. It’s usually a fun trip and they buy me food or gas in thanks.

Since some places won’t sell alcohol to somebody who has already been drinking, I will “buy” (using their money but my ID) each time with them standing beside me.

After a few months, the cashier decides to blow my life up (for all he knows.) He asks me, in front of a visiting friend, not one of the roommates:

Cashier: “Where are your usual boyfriends? Why do you I have a different guy each time you come into the store?”

My jaw drops and my friend just laughs.

Me: *Scoldingly.* “It’s none of your business.”

When we got home, we told the story to everyone else and had a nice laugh about it.