It's been decades since I've been carded, and never before has it been for trying to buy a box of matches. Yet the other day at the Giant I slid a three-pack of wooden kitchen matches across the scanner and up popped a message on the screen asking me to show my ID to the clerk.
I looked at her, baffled.
"Yeah, you're OK," she said, with a chuckle.
It seems that sales of matches to minors are restricted by law because they are considered "smoking aids."
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