Family First
I’m not sure if you are familiar with those annoying Family First agents in the malls. Nevertheless, let me tell you about them. These agents are found in the malls, usually near the entrances. They were trained to ask this single question to the passersby: “Do you have a credit card?” Some would even follow the shoppers carrying with them a bag and an umbrella — both bearing a logo of the company — until they get an answer. Reply with a “no” and you’re safe, otherwise, you’re caught under their bait which will they make more enticing with the stupid freebies they are holding. The next thing you’ll know is that you are in their headquarters listening to an agent’s drowning voice about saving money for the future and sign what-god-knows-what contracts while drinking iced tea (which my teacher back in high school commented that there must be something in it that would make you sign the contracts) for hours. And you’ll get even pressured because for ever person they tricked into signing, all the agents would clap in unison. Scripted… Eh? Nice tactics, right? But that’s not I want to talk about.
I asked my high school friends if these nagging agents already asked them with the same question. Well, they were. These agents are actually getting into my friends’ nerves. But me? No! I was never asked with that stupid question. Haha. I guess, they don’t perceive me as someone who is old enough to have a credit card. But I’m not saying that I have one. LOL. My Dad actually asked me if I wanted a credit card but I didn’t accept his offer.
Earlier this year, I had a hard time convincing a bank teller that I’m already a college student. During my summer classes, my instructor asked me how old I am (and I was the only one who was asked with that question). Last week, during our first meeting in my major subject, my professor asked me “Dear, are you lost? This is not high school.” Yesterday, another instructor told me “Mukha kang totoy!” If you were to compare me with my younger sister (who is a graduating high school student), maybe, you would say that we were born on the same year or I look younger than her.
When will this stop? I’m not enjoying it really. Well, I used to but not anymore. Maybe, some of my younger readers look older than me. I’m 18, a junior student and I don’t know if people will believe me.
I know, I’ve already ranted about this… but then again, this is my blog! Haha. I’m just really annoyed. For the past two years, I’ve been on constant stress, but it looks like that it didn’t affect my appearance. If this year was stressful enough for me, we would be able to see it draw lines on my face. Maybe, I have this power that can retain my youth. Haha. Now, I should be included as one of the main characters of Heroes.
I’m actually tempted to go to the liquor store in the mall and see if the cashier and guard on duty would stop me. Hahaha.
