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I was cooking dinner last week for my friend Katie, and we went to the store to get a few things I dint have on hand, bellpeppers, onion, butter, etc. And we decide to make it a wine night. So I pick my favorite, and the FREAK checker was all about the ID (I took the cap off to age myself). Katie is only 20, so she was NO help. She (Freak checker) called her supervisor and he was a Keanu wanna be and gave me the "Sorry buuud. Not gonna happen." Like he had saved me from myself. UGH. The guy in me wanted to go home, get the ID and come back. Katie woulda kicked my ass tho. So I just cooked and forgot about it.
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