The Faux-teen Of Youth
(Working in a liquor store one night, a male who looks about 16 enters the store. Please note: this happened in 2009.)
Customer: *places beers on the counter* “Hi, I’ll just have these, thanks, and a bottle of rum.”
Me: “Uh, sure mate. I’ll need to see some ID first.”
(The customer produces ID, and it looks real—his photo on it, holograms where they should be—but one thing stands out: his DOB says he was born in 1929.)
Me: “So. 1929 huh? You sure don’t look 80 to me.”
Customer: “I’m over 18 though, aren’t I?”
Me: “I think you better get out of my store before I call the cops, Gramps.”
(The kid left the beer on the counter and ran off. He also left his ID, which I kept to show off to my friends. We all had a good laugh about it!)
Question of the Week
Tell us your story about a customer who couldn't understand the most simple concept.
