The incident.

Yesterday's workday was rough towards the end, around 3:30pm I got rather nervy, restless, and agitated from what I believe was too much caffeine. After driving home in the extreme heat, with no A/C, I was in rather poor shape. Josh got home at 5:00pm and wanted me to follow him to Wal-Mart so he could drop off his car to get new tires put on it. I agreed, as I needed to pick up some things. Ribbon being one of them, and a hole punch, and an address book. Be it the volatile state of my mental self, or just my scatterbrainyness I forgot the address book. I remembered that I forgot while we were eating at Taco Bell (grumpy mood Maggie doesn't usually enjoy cooking, Joshua had mercy on me and we went out, praise Jesus). We decided to just pick an address book up on our way home. We pulled into Dollar General parking lot... They were closed. We went to Walgreens, they were expensive. We finally succumbed and went to Wal-Mart. I found my address book and then decided I needed white out (I wanted to write my addresses in pen, but! what if I made a mistake?? I totally need white out). SO, I found some sweet white out and we were on our way. We proceeded to the self-checkout and started ringing up. I scanned the white out first and BUZZZZZZZ went the machine. "Approval Needed" it shouted. And I proclaimed what the fuck? So then came the khaki and polo clad (heard about the new Wal-Mart uniforms, puh-leeze) associate. She swiped her little card and the machine asked, "Is customer 18 years or older?" She looked at me and said, can I see an ID. I incredulously responded, "I don't have it on me," all the while thinking its WHITE OUT! Josh volunteered his ID, and she grilled with, "Are YOU the one paying," yes, yes he was. She examined his ID and approved our transaction.
As we were walking out I proclaimed to Josh, "If I wouldn't have been able to purchase my white out I would have been fucking pissed!" He was on the phone to our friend Matt at the time and he relayed the incident to Matt, who got a big kick out of it. Josh said he could just see me throwing a fit about not being able to get my white out. Standing in the middle of the store screaming, "Just give me my fucking white out." Matt said they woulda really though I was on white out then... I said, "I think it would take more than one little can out white out to get me high." Who knew a young good-looking couple like us could raise so many suspicions just buying some white out.