You Can't Spell Idiot Without I.D.
Backstory: I'm a cashier at the store everything's better at.
Today I was doing my usual duties behind the counter when a woman came up and after I had checked through her other groceries, asked for a pack of cigarettes. I ask for I.D. and she hands it to me. It's a Georgia license.
Store policy says that if we get an out-of-state license, we have to call a manager over to have them look at it. I page a manager over, she asks why I'm doing so. I tell her "We need manager approval for out-of-state licenses."
She says "Forget it! I've gotten smokes in here with that I.D. a hundred times and this never happens! Fuck this shit! And fuck this store! This is bullshit!" Then she whips out her cell phone and bitches about how 'this stupid cashier won't sell me smokes' while I'm continuing to check her out.
Classy.
Today I was doing my usual duties behind the counter when a woman came up and after I had checked through her other groceries, asked for a pack of cigarettes. I ask for I.D. and she hands it to me. It's a Georgia license.
Store policy says that if we get an out-of-state license, we have to call a manager over to have them look at it. I page a manager over, she asks why I'm doing so. I tell her "We need manager approval for out-of-state licenses."
She says "Forget it! I've gotten smokes in here with that I.D. a hundred times and this never happens! Fuck this shit! And fuck this store! This is bullshit!" Then she whips out her cell phone and bitches about how 'this stupid cashier won't sell me smokes' while I'm continuing to check her out.
Classy.