(A girl comes to my counter with a bottle of wine. She’s clearly underage–about 13 or 14.)

Me: “You can’t buy that, you’re too young.”

Customer: “What?! No! I’m twenty two!”

Me: “I’ll need to see your ID, please.”

Customer: “I left it in my car. ”

Me: “Then you can’t buy this.”

Customer: “Fine, then! I’ll go get my mom and she’ll tell you!”

Me: “Alright, you do that.”

Customer: “MOM!” *runs off*

(She never came back.)