No ID, No Idea, Part 13
Pharmacy | Right | October 3, 2013
(I have recently been hired at a pharmacy a few towns over from mine. It’s my second day as cashier, when a teen girl comes to my register. I’m 22 and wearing a name tag.)
Customer: “Hi, I’d like a pack of [Brand] cigarettes, please.”
Me: “No problem. I just need to see your ID.”
Customer: “Oh, well it’s at my house and I don’t have time to run back and get it. Can’t you let me go this time?”
Me: “Sorry, it’s not worth my job.”
Customer: “But you know me!”
Me: “I can’t say that I do.”
Customer: “Dude, [My Name], we go to high school together.”
Me: “Oh, really? What high school do you go to?”
Customer: “[Local High School]. We totally have English together.”
Me: “Yeah, no. First of all I went to [Rival High School]. Second, I was in AP English, the scores of which I used to go to [University], which I just graduated from. So, no, I don’t know you. Show me ID or move along.”
Customer: “You suck.”
(She left and asked the next few visibly older customers to buy her cigarettes. No one bought them, and one even threatened to call the cops if she didn’t leave!)
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