bitch please!

Chris and I were shopping at Costco, and like any Costco customer, I scope up a sample table, walk up to it, and grab one. Some old, crochety biatch was manning it and as I'm grabbing this sample, she bitches me out! She's all like, "Are you with an adult?" and I'm like, "huh???" Then, she keeps asking me all this shit about how if I'm with an adult or where's the adult or if I'm by myself, blah blah blah. It finally hits me what's up and I'm like, "I'm 24" hahahahah! Wtf yo. Kind of reminded me of that moment when my friend's mom didn't recognize me and I was like, "Ca-Ca-Carmel" hahaha. You know who you be ^_~