Okay fellasâ¦. Hereâs the dilemma. Friday after work, I was on my way home and realized that I was out of beer. I decided that tonight is not going to be copasetic if I didnât have any. So I made a detour to stop off at the normal place I buy beer from. I pulled up, and noticed that the ânewâ guy was working again. I walked in, nodded, and went straight for the Bud Light. I grabbed my âdrink of choiceâ and approached the counter. A few words was passed back and forth with the cashier (one that sees me every time I come in) and I was told the price. âThat will be $7.57.â âOkay.â I replied. As I handed him a twenty dollar bill, I was challenged on my age. âMay I see your drivers licenseâ? I was in awe that this guy that seems me practically every other day and checks me out will ask for my id. So, I thought, what the hellâ¦ heâs just doing his job. I handed him my id and began to look for my Jeep keys. Then out of nowhere I hear this bloke says, âWhoaâ! Then he lifts up my license and holds it up to my face. I assume he is checking the picture out to make sure its me. I laughed and said, âYea. Thatâs meâ! He asked me if I was sure that the id was mine, and not my older brothers. I was likeâ¦. âYea. I am sureâ. Then out of nowhere, the cashier goes, âWow. Youâre a young one. Nice. Very nice. Your aging quite good. Manâ¦ thatâs.. ummmâ¦ (mumbles under his breath something). â He hands me my id and I left. Later on that night, it hit me. Every time I come in, he usually talks to me, make direct eye contact, and says overly friendly comments. I think I am probably the only guy that feels this, but I think I was born missing some parts of my brain. Like the kind to tell you someone is attracted to you. Hell, if I would have known this earlier, I would have taken him around back and probably poked him in the brown eye. Guys? Please tell me I am not alone in this?