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I remember when I was little, I would take in all of the used cans from The Sage for money. After feeding all the cans into the machine, I'd have to stand in the check-out line for a cashier to redeem my ticket and give me the money. All the adults in line would cut in front of me, assuming that I must be lost. I would be furious. And when I would man the cash register at the restaurant (which I was entirely capable of doing, even at age 6) people would stand there waiting around for a "real" cashier. It was just so enfuriating that no one ever considered I was a real person capable of doing normal activities just because I was a kid.


Just dropping by to say I hope you don't verbally refer to a kid as "butterball." That would be sad.

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