But Mommy Says I’m Mature
(A girl comes to my counter with a bottle of wine. She’s clearly underage; about 13 or 14.)
Me: “You can’t buy that, you’re too young.”
Customer: “What?! No! I’m twenty-two!”
Me: “I’ll need to see your ID, please.”
Customer: “I left it in my car. ”
Me: “Then you can’t buy this.”
Customer: “Fine, then! I’ll go get my mom and she’ll tell you!”
Me: “Alright, you do that.”
Customer: “MOM!” *runs off*
(She never came back.)
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?
