Offensive; weapons

How quickly can a mildy amusing tale be turned back onto Alf?

I was relating to Mrs Alf my experience in Homebase the other day.

"I went to buy a set of allen keys. Guess what happened when I got to the checkout?"

"They offered you membership of their Over 55 discount club?"

I know I was alive before Kennedy was assassinated (by all of four days) but it comes to something when one's spouse takes over the Bushmeister's self-appointed role of ageist abuse.

Ten minutes later when the cackling had subsided she asked what had happened.

"He asked me if I was over 18."

Cue another ten minutes of uncontrolled mirth.

"What did you say?"

"I asked him 'what do you think?'" Admittedly, he was rather embarrassed and couldn't fathom either why a set of allen keys required age verification. I suppose I could have beaten someone with the packaging. Fortunately for him, he didn't ask me to prove my age.