The Short Person Chronicles: Costco edition

      That's me there on the right. Well, not literally, hmmm...has too boyish hair. And looks a bit too boyish. I know! Picture it female, and with long flowing locks like this:

    Ahhh, that's better.
  Anyways, that's me on the right, and my gorgeous, tall sister is on the left. Did I mention she was my YOUNGER SISTER!? I have to tell you, there is nothing that hurts a competetive older sibling's pride than the day when their youger siblings outgrow them. Then a whole bunch of issues begin to form, and people begin to give your right  to the title "oldest" to your younger sibling.
      Another thing that doesn't make sense, is that almost every older sibling is out-grown by their younger, and yet they always assume the shortest are younger. I'll be talking to someone and they'll be like, "And you're the youngest right?" And I'd reply with a sigh, "No, I am actually older." Then they would say, "Wow! I could have sworn you were younger," and with the same breath they'd continue, "Yeah, my younger sister is taller than me too." Has the world lost all of its deductive abilities!? If most every shorter sibling is older, than why on earth do they always assume they are younger? What is possibly worse, is how calmly your younger sibling will stand there letting them offend you like that.
    Anyways, my worst experience ever, happened when I was about thirteen years old. For any of you who don't know what Costco is, here's the gist: A wholesale store where things are sometimes cheaper, sometimes not. They give food samples like crazy, and as of lately, with all those people out there with allergies (thanks a lot) they have made it so that six year olds can't grab samples without their parent. As I was saying, I was about thirteen, and I decided those brownie samples looked mighty tasty. And me, being the patient being I am, fast walked (very fast,) to the stand. I reached out and took one, uttered a quick, "thank you," and then the lady basically ripped the sample out of my hand.
   Then she said, "Where's your mom?"
   I was utterly speachless, and apparently, when I'm speechless, I have a very convincing guilty look.
   The lady rolled her eyes and said, "Sorry," (she so was not sorry) "I can't give you a sample without your mom." As she said this, my eleven year old sister walked up, took one, and walked right back to my mom without so much as a glance from the Costco lady.
    First of all, I may have been young, but I'd think by age six I would know my allergies. I have a cousin who knew very well by the time she was three what she could and couldn't have. But I mean COME ON! THIRTEEN! Why do people always hate on the shorter folks? This is discrimination, and I want to seek justice. I'll bet that lady was shorter than her younger sister as well.
  And in the end, if I was a six year old, and I did have an allergic reaction, the only thing they'd have to worry about would be our suing them for half a gazillion dollars...