Apparently He Can’t (Dis)Count

(I’m the customer. There’s a long line at the only register so I approach the do-it-yourself machines, all vacant. I have milk and wine. The machine bleeps and flashes when I scan the wine. The nearby manager comes over with keys and asks me for I.D.)

Me: “Seriously? My grown children are in their 20s!”

Cashier: “We are told that we can’t trust our own judgment… sorry.”

(He’s already typed in a code to override and okay the sale while I open my wallet for ID. He glances toward my wallet long enough to confirm that I am holding an ID, but he’s much too far away to read the DOB.)

Cashier: “Oh, would you like the senior citizen’s discount?”