Petsmart

*frustrated screech*!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Okay, I have been to petsmart three, count them THREE times in the last week to try and adopt a guinea pig. First time was on tuesday night. The lady there said that as they had just gotten them in, they would have to keep the pigs in a room for three full days to make sure that they were healthy.
Okay. I get that.
Then the lady said that the pigs would be out on friday.
Alrighty then, I'll be back on friday!
Friday rolls around, and no guineas. The lady whom I talked to before got her dates screwed up, and so the guineas were ACTUALLY coming out on Saturday.
I was a little annoyed at this, but the lady said she would hold this really cute dalmatian one for me, and I found some good food bowls, so the trip wasn't waisted.
Today is Saturday. I went into Petsmart after a long day of snowboarding, and first of all there was no ne there to help me out. So after hunting down a store associate, He went back to get my piggie, and I thought, Okay, everything is actually going to work out this time.
Wrong.
He comes back holding my piggie in a box and produces some forms for me to sign. So I took the clipboard and proceeded to sign my name. Then he looked at me and was like, "Your eighteen, right?"
Damn it.
he voice inside my head was like, "Do I look eighteen, dumbass? Of course not! Doesn't mean I'm not responsible!" My outer voice was like, "no..."
He looked over at Patrick. "Is he?" Patrick shook his head.
"Well you've got to be eighteen to buy him."
OMIGOD! I swear, I am not destined to have this animal. So he walks over to some evil looking wench and confirms that someone has to be eighteen or over to sign on the form thingy.
SO, they are going to hold my poor little guy until Monday when Mom and Dad get back, so that they can come in and sign a god damn piece of paper. I swear, if the sell him buy them, I am going to scream. Anywhoo, evidently Kids aren't responsible or else people simply assume that we are idiots.