Adult? I think not...

With my twentieth birthday being a little over a month away, I cannot hide the fear instilled within me that, one day, I am eventually going to have to be an adult at some point. You know... the whole marriage, kids, credit cards, houses, mortgages, pensions, council tax... and God-only-knows-what-other-things-to-dread dealy. You always hear adults saying; "Well, I've always stayed 18 in my head...", which, let's be honest, sounds incredibly sad on the face of it. Today, however, I had an encounter that leads me to believe that there may actually be some truth in such sentiments as these...
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So, I'm in Boots in Broomhill, feeling a little disillusioned that they did not stock my leave-in conditioner and I'll have to go somewhere else for it, which is annoying in itself. Anyways, I thought that, since I was there, I would hand in one of my films from camp (none of which I've had developed yet through lack of funds). I sauntered over to the photo counter and, just as I was about to approach the assistant, a man cut straight in front of me to get his digital photos put on disc.

The fellow looked to be in his mid-thirties and was dressed in athletic shorts and a hoodie. I mean for goodness' sake, if you're going to push in front of me, at least LOOK important! Well, being used to situations such as these I just stood there and waited for my turn; being short I get this all the time - people tend to forget that you're there.

A few minutes later he turned around and apologised, claiming that he didn't know I was waiting and that he thought I was looking at the shelf behind us. "No, it's fine", I replied, if maybe a little coldly, when he proceeded to instruct the assistant to serve me instead (even though he was already dealing with him - what's that about?). The assistant replied "No, it's ok", which I was really insulted by, and asked the guy a question about his order. The guy replied by motioning in a very uppity and sulky manner for him to serve me instead.

I couldn't believe this was going on! In what looked like an act of chivalry this guy was ACTUALLY acting like a three-year old.

The only conclusion I see that we can draw from this is that some people really do refuse to grow up and be an adult.

Geez... I dunno about you, but I think I'd rather have the mortgage than be considered a tosser...