I just got my morning coffee. At MIT, if you are a student, you don't pay sales tax on food. I usually just suck it up and pay the extra 8 cents or so. This morning, however, the coffee woman asked the guy two people in front of me: "Are you a student?" "Yes," he replied. The guy right in front of me: "Are you a student?" "No." Me? "That's $1.58." At this point, I whipped the old ID out of my wallet and presented it to her. "I am a student." Eight cents came right off. Just in case you were wondering, this was a different coffee lady, one from whom I had never ordered, so this was not a result of my lack of proving my student-ness during prior encounters.
I guess I should feel a little offended about the whole thing, but I don't. I guess I'm just used to it. I can tell you, though, that both men in front of me appeared much older than I do. Next time I'll throw on some glasses, pull back my hair, and slouch to cover the fact that I do have (gasp!) breasts and see what happens.
2 comments:
Slouching is key: any hint of a proper posture belies your non-student status.
HAHAHA!!!! Excellent point, Yoav.
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