Stopped at Academy in Killeen and picked up some .40 range ammo tonight. BSed with the guy behind the counter, he hands me the boxes, I walk to the front and get in line, like I've done dozens of times before.
When it comes to my turn, the girl running the till asks for my ZIP code, which is not unusual, but then she asks to see my ID.
"What for?" I asked, "The ammo?"
> "Uh-huh."
"Since when do I have to show ID to purchase ammo?!?"
> "It's been like that."
"It hasn't, but whatever." I flash my DL, she gives it a 2 second scan, and says, "Okay, thanks. That'll be $xx.xx"
I don't argue if I don't have the facts, plus I'm in kind of a mood today, and so I decided just to let it be - for now.
But, I just have three words to say, "WHAT. THE. Fuuuuuu..."
When it comes to my turn, the girl running the till asks for my ZIP code, which is not unusual, but then she asks to see my ID.
"What for?" I asked, "The ammo?"
> "Uh-huh."
"Since when do I have to show ID to purchase ammo?!?"
> "It's been like that."
"It hasn't, but whatever." I flash my DL, she gives it a 2 second scan, and says, "Okay, thanks. That'll be $xx.xx"
I don't argue if I don't have the facts, plus I'm in kind of a mood today, and so I decided just to let it be - for now.
But, I just have three words to say, "WHAT. THE. Fuuuuuu..."