So, I was at work and out of smokes.  I went down stairs and around the corner to the local magazine and smoke shop.  There's this girl behind the counter, looks about 18.  I asked for a pack of Matinee Extra Mild King (they kill me slower).  
She got the pack and asked, "Do you have any ID?".   

I looked at her kind of incredulously (I'm in my late 20's, I look it, and my hair line is quickly running away from my face).  I hunted around in my pockets...nothing.  
I said, "No...I don't.".
She kinda shrugged.
I said, "I'm 27.".
She giggled nervously.
I held up the hand with my wedding band no it and said, "I'm married.".
She said, "They're pretty strict.".
I thought, "Who the fek are 'they'?".
As I left I muttered, "Whatever.".  

So, I'm left with the question.  Was she a total moron, blind or malicious.  Whatever, I'm just pissed that I don't have any smokes.