An Ale Of A Tale
(I’m at the grocery store with a small number of items. This particular grocery store asks that all alcohol be placed at the end of your items. I don’t have any alcohol, but I do have a six-pack of ginger beer, which happens to be at the end of my order. Please note, if you’re not familiar with ginger beer, that it’s not actually beer. It’s a soda that’s simply very gingery, but it’s not beer, just like ginger ale is not ale.)
Cashier: “Can I see your ID, please?”
Me: *not really paying attention* “Huh?”
Cashier: “Your ID, please.”
Me: “Oh. Wait, why?”
Cashier: “For your beer.”
Me: “I’m not buying beer, though?”
(The cashier points to my ginger beer.)
Me: “Oh! Sorry. That’s just ginger beer.”
Cashier: “Yes, and I need your ID.”
Me: “But why?”
Cashier: *sighs* “It’s the law, I have to ID everyone for alcohol.”
Me: “But it’s not alcohol!”
Cashier: “It’s beer!”
Me: “It’s ginger beer. Not beer.”
Cashier: *sighs again* “[Manager], could you come here?”
(The manager is at the next lane and comes right over.)
Cashier: “This lady is buying beer but doesn’t understand that she needs to show her ID.”
Me: “It’s not beer!”
Manager: *lifts up the six-pack* “That’s not beer; it’s ginger beer. It’s not alcoholic. She’s fine.
(Neither the cashier nor I made eye contact as I paid and hurried out of there.)
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?