Mr. Flye, Graffiti Ninja

I recently went in to my local Home Despot to pick up something to seal the surface of raku-fired pots with, to help them keep their color. After browsing through roughly two million spray cans, I chose something that looked appropriate and headed for the checkout. At the counter, a young woman asked to see my ID. I gave her a funny look.

"You card people for buying spray paint?"

"Yeah," she said. "You have to be eighteen years old - don't want kids doing graffiti."

"How much graffiti am I going to do with CLEAR spray paint?"

I made off with my clear acrylic.

I guess next time I need to cover up all my invisible ink tattoos so I don't look like such a wicked street art ninja.