Identity Crisis
Supermarket | United Kingdom
Customer: “Hi, I want 20 Marlboros.”
Me: “Do you have any ID at all?”
(The customer lifts his right sleeve on his t-shirt to reveal a tattoo of a date.)
Me: “I’m sorry, I can’t accept that.”
Customer: “Why not? That’s my f***ing date of birth! You think I‚Äôd just get some random date done on my arm?”
Me: “We need photo ID, sir, like a driver’s license or a passport.”
(The customer points at his face.)
Me: “Umm…”













