Three of us shared an apartment in the US. Our Grocery shopping goes in a cycle; at the end of the month we tally the accounts.
This week it was my turn to buy the Grocery. I had a list of what be bought. Buying the Indian product in US was a different kind of experience. I searched for the specific brand of rice, the noodles, the pickle & ready to eat items. I had a clean shave and tight T-Shirt. I looked like teenager.
I was in the billing counter. I received a call from one of my roommate. He asked for his favorite brand cigarette. It was not very difficult to find it, as it always hangs in the billing counter.
I asked for a pack of it & the person in the counter questioned me for my ID. He surprised me by saying that they sell cigarettes only for age above 18. I did not understand why my country did not have a policy like that?
Well I was way over than 18 🙂