At Sprouts. Get to the checkout. Cashier doesn’t see me.
Very stealthily roll my drink down the conveyor belt where it gets to the end, but the belt keeps moving and my drink keeps rolling.
Cashier finally notices, “Hey! Are you playing with my conveyor belt!?”
“Yesss!”, I smile, “Because *I* am an adult and no one can tell me not to!”
“Well, I mean except you.”
She laughs again.
“But you can’t ground me if I don’t listen!”
Yeah, it’s good to be a grown-up.