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    Suddenly Not A Game Anymore

    | VIC, Australia | Bad Behavior, Criminal/Illegal, Family & Kids

    (I work in the gaming section, i.e. poker machines, of a tavern. In my state it is illegal for a minor, even accompanied by an adult, to enter a so called ‘gaming room.’ There are two entrances to the street in the gaming room and a passageway that leads into the bistro section of the building. Despite extensive signage we still occasionally get families with children trying to get to the bistro through the gaming area, which the law is not at all lenient on. Usually we manage to stop them at the door and tell them to go around and use a different entrance. One day a coworker catches  too late a father with his toddler in a pram; he has just entered the passageway to the bistro. She stops him anyway.)

    Coworker: “Sir, you have just passed through our gaming room with a minor. I have to inform you that this is entirely illegal, and I ask you that when you leave you exit through the bistro’s doors, not the gaming room.”

    (The customer agrees and goes in for his meal. About an hour later he tries to come back through. He gets a few steps into the gaming room when I, in the cashier section, call to him.)

    Me: “Sir, this is a gaming room. You can’t bring children through here.”

    Customer: “But the bistro is busy and the exit is too full to get through.”

    Me: “It doesn’t matter. Bringing a child through a gaming room is illegal. I’m afraid you will just have to wait a minute or two.”

    (The customer ignores me and continues through the door. As I am in the cashier section I am unable to stop him. I call to my coworker who is on the floor to go after him, for what it’s worth, seeing as he has already gone outside. She stops him once he has exited.)

    Coworker: “Sir, I already informed you that you cannot pass through the gaming room with a child.”

    Customer: “I haven’t done anything wrong! Why are you treating me like a criminal?”

    Coworker: “As I and my coworker have explained to you several times, having a minor in a gaming room is illegal, so in fact you are a criminal. What’s more, there is an $8000 dollar fine attached to the offense, which goes to you, and not to us. There are 20 cameras in our gaming room, so we have footage of you committing a felony, and the gaming commission are known to look through it for these kinds of offenses. You had a booking in the bistro, so we have your name and telephone number, which we would be happy to supply. So, unless you want to have a conviction and a sizable fine, I suggest next time you listen to the staff.”

    (The customer scurried away.)

    I Say Tomato, You Say Theft

    | CA, USA | At The Checkout, Bad Behavior, Criminal/Illegal, Money

    (As a cashier one of biggest pet peeves is when people eat the items before paying for them.)

    Me: “Hi. How are you today?”

    (I instantly notice customer has three boxes of tomatoes, and is eating away.)

    Customer: “Hi…” *continues eating one of the boxes of tomatoes*

    Me: *scans all three boxes* “Your total is [total].”

    (The customer, still chewing away, swipes her card.)

    Me: “This card was declined.”

    Customer: “Can I try again?”

    (There are only two tomatoes left in box she ate from. She swipes the card again.)

    Me: “It was declined.”

    Customer: “Let me try another card.” *swipes card*

    Me: “That was declined also.”

    Customer: “Let me just go to the ATM to get cash. I’ll be right back.”

    (The customer never came back and got away with eating almost an entire box of tomatoes for free.)

    Free KiWiFi

    | Australia | Criminal/Illegal, Extra Stupid, Food & Drink

    (As we fill the bunks in the fresh produce department off loaded trolleys, we often get customers asking if they can take items directly off the trolley instead of the display. Of course, we tell them yes.)

    Me: *cheerfully filling kiwi fruit*

    Customer: *takes one off the trolley* “Can I take this?”

    Me: “Of course.”

    Customer: *kiwi fruit in hand, strolls out of the store*

    Me: *stunned*

    (Now I always remember to say ‘only if you pay for it.’ Thanks, random customer, for making me sound like a b**** to all the paying customers.)

    A Minor Mistake, Part 3

    | UK | Criminal/Illegal, Family & Kids, Food & Drink

    (Having asked for ID for two members of a family’s table and them not having any, the two young people buy cokes. However, not long afterwards I see them drinking cocktails purchased by the father.)

    Me: “Excuse me, guys, but as I said at the bar I’m afraid I can’t let you two drink alcohol since you don’t have your ID with you.”

    Father: “Yeah, but I bought them. So, it’s fine.”

    Me: “I’m sorry, we can’t let anyone without ID drink alcohol. I need you to return those drinks or I’ll have to ask you to leave.”

    Father: “You let them drink their drinks or I’m calling the police. You’ll get fired and you’ll end up arrested.”

    Me: “You want to phone the police, to arrest me, because you supplied alcohol to a child?”

    Father: “… We’ll leave.”

    Related:
    A Minor Mistake, Part 2
    A Minor Mistake

    Your Passport To Being Banned

    | USA | Criminal/Illegal, Food & Drink

    (I go into a bar I frequent. I had lost my wallet a few days earlier, but I know most of the bartenders, so I didn’t expect them to ask for identification. The woman working doesn’t recognize me, and asks for my ID. Also, I’m a 23-year-old white woman.)

    Me: “I think I actually have my passport in my car. Hold on.”

    (I go get it and show the bartender.)

    Bartender: *not amused* “This isn’t you.”

    Me: “No, it is…”

    (I get this almost every time I show my passport, because it is an old picture and it really doesn’t look that much like me.)

    Bartender: “Is this even real?”

    (Now, I’m offended.)

    Me: “It’s definitely me. I come here all the time and we went to [Community College] together!”

    Bartender: “No, we didn’t. And this is DEFINITELY not you.”

    Me: “It is! Look at the date it was issued. Look at my birth date. That picture was taken when I was 17. I’m 24 now, a little heavier, and my hair is longer and less pink, but it is DEFINITELY me!”

    Bartender: “This is you?”

    (She turns the passport to me and shows me the picture, one of an older man of Middle Eastern descent with a Saudi Arabian name and an impressive beard. A friend of mine had put his passport in my glove box months ago and then apparently forgot about it.)

    Me: “You’re right; that’s not me.”

    (Luckily, I had my actual passport, and was able to return my friend’s with an awesome story. With any luck at all, the bartender will fail to remember me again next time I go in.)


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