A short story
Recently when buying beer or alcohol at the corner gas station, customers have been asked to give their birth date.
I frequent 2 stations (one near work and another near home) almost every other day. Prices are a little higher than the one across from the park. But they don't sell beer.
One day I walked in and bought a pack of cigarettes, and as usual I was asked for my birth date and I told her. A split moment later chills ran down my spine.
The attendant slapped herself in the forehead like Chris Farley and mumbled to herself oh yeah! I should know that!
Since then I have made up dates to see if anyone catches on. Nobody has, except the girl who has it memorized does not ask.
Am I being stalked?
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