A Liquor License Is Not A License To Drink Liquor

I am working the only open register on my end of the store. The store has a strict carding policy for forty and under. A woman in her mid-thirties walks up with a bottle of vodka, talking on her cell phone.

Me: “Hi. Did you find everything okay?”

Customer: “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”

She seems to be in a hurry.

Me: “May I please see your ID?”

She sighs and pulls it out, all flustered and rushed. She’s still on the phone.

Me: “I’m so sorry, but I cannot sell you this vodka. Your ID is expired.”

Customer: “You’ve got to be kidding me! I am obviously over twenty-one.”

I point at the pin on my shirt stating our forty-and-under policy.

Me: “I’m sorry, but it’s store policy and I am on camera.”

Customer: “Well, here’s my liquor license; it has my date of birth on it.”

Me: “A liquor license is not a valid form of ID. It says so on the bottom of the card.”

She angrily picks up her IDs, putting them away, still all flustered.

Customer: *Talking into her phone* “You will not believe this. The dumb b*** at the grocery store won’t sell me the booze cause my ID’s expired!”

She stormed off out the door and up the street. Serves her right. I wouldn’t have carded her if she hadn’t been sooo rude walking up on her cell phone and acting like I was an inconvenience.