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.”