Speaking of birthdays, today Yuffie brought in a cake today to celebrate one of our classmate's birthdays. She recruited J-Rock, who had skipped morning classes, to pick up some matches on the way to school.
Now being Asian, most of us can pass off as being seventeen if we had to. This can mean receiving a second look when entering bars, clubs, or polling stations or when purchasing alcohol or cancer-sticks. Today, a new low:
[J-Rock lays down a set of 5 cent matches on the grocery counter]
Cashier: Um, I'm going to need to see some ID.
J-Rock: Uh... okay? [Hands over his drivers licence]
Cashier: [After inspecting] Wait... You're born in 1986?
Sorry, J-Rock, we thought you were like, you know, five. We're not supposed to let children play with fire.