Today at the gas station, there was a rather young kid in front of me, I'd say 6-7 years old.
He ordered cigarettes, when the cashier said he was too young, she said it with a smile but the boy looked confused and handed her a credit card and requested the smokes again.
The other cashier got from behind the counter and asked him where his parents were. Poor kid said his mom was 'right there', pointing at a car in the handicapped spot.
I am so freaking proud of the cashier for walking outside and telling the mother of the year to come inside and buy her own damn cigarettes (her words), the lazy bitch had the nerve to tell them she just didn't feel like getting out of the car. However, clearly she needed her fix badly enough because she ended up waddling to the counter and getting her smokes herself.
The kicker? No handicap tag or sign in her car. Poor kid. Poor, poor kid!