Son’s birthday party and I realize we didn’t have a lighter at home to light the candles on the cake. So enroute to Cici’s where I was to meet the boys and husband, I stop and run into Target. It’s a large store, with no time to run through the section and pick up a barbeue fireplace lighter, I picked up a set of BIC lighters at the checkout aisle.
Young boy/adult probably in high school or a freshman at college in a cheery smiling energetic mood, has just finished with a gentleman and am next.
Young Man at Checkout: Hey there, This will be all?
Me: Yes please.
YMC: Can I have your date of birth?
Me: Excuse me? Zip? *not hearing right*
YMC: No, just your birthday?
Me: *rattling my birthday*
YMC: Ah! Okay. *He smiles, thanks me and bags the lighter pack.*
Me: *bulb lighting* er, why did you want my date of birth? Usually, don’t you just want the zip?
YMC *smiling charmingly*: It’s for the lighters.
Personally, I think the boy’s raised well and knows how to light up a woman’s face! Husband of course insists that the boy was just saving his ass (and on his first job). I refuse to believe that.
Either way, long live the BIC (for this reason alone).