They Must Not Get ID’d Much

(I am a cashier at a grocery store, checking out a mother and her teenage daughter. The daughter is doing a little dance while humming to herself.)

Customer: *looking at her daughter* “Ugh, teenagers are weird.” *to me* “Do you have any teenagers?”

Me: “Pardon?”

Customer: “Do you have any kids that are in their teens?”

Me: “Um… no… I’m eighteen.”