(A young girl comes up to the counter to purchase cigarettes.)

Me: “Can I see your ID, please?”

(The customer sticks out her arm, revealing a very poorly done tattoo.)

Customer: “See, I am 18. I have a tattoo. You have to be 18 to get one.”

Me: “I’m sorry, but that is not an acceptable form of ID. I can’t sell you these unless you have a state approved ID.”

Customer: “So I got this crappy tattoo for nothing? My friend said I could use it to get cigarettes!”

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