Category: Underaged

Everyone at one time has tried to sneak into a movie or bought a drink they’re too young for. However; when stupid customers make this attempt the results can be both hilarious and pitying. And this is before alcohol has destroyed their brain cell(s)!

No ID, No Idea, Part 22

| Norway | At The Checkout, Underaged

(I’m at our local grocery store, buying some snacks and alcoholic beverages. The drinking age here is 18, and the store policy is to check the ID of anyone who looks younger than 25. Since I’ve used the same store my entire life, most of the cashiers know me and don’t bother to ID me. The customer behind me, who is also purchasing alcohol, has been glaring at me through the entire transaction. It’s her turn.)

Cashier: “I’ll need to see an ID, please.”

Customer: “Why do you need that?”

Cashier: “Store policy.” *points to sign*

Customer: *points to me* “You didn’t check her ID, and I’m clearly older than her. I’m not even sure she’s legal.”

Cashier: “She is. ID, please.”

Customer: “No! Not until you ID HER.” *glares at me*

Cashier: *sighs and turns to me* “[My Name], may I see an ID, please?”

Me: “Sure.” *hands over my university ID*

Cashier: “Oh, you’re at [University] now? How’s that going?” *hands my ID back*

Me: “It’s great, thanks for asking. Say ‘hi’ to your parents for me.” *I turn to leave*

Cashier: “You too!” *to customer* We’ve known each other since we were six. ID, please.”

Related:
No ID, No Idea, Part 21
No ID, No Idea, Part 20
No ID, No Idea, Part 19

They Will Be So Low When They See What Happens Next

| CT, USA | Bad Behavior, Criminal & Illegal, Underaged

(I’m checking IDs. A group of about five boys approach me.)

Me: “IDs, guys?”

(Customer #1 hands me his credit card instead of his ID.)

Me: “…This isn’t an ID.”

Customer #1: “Oh, right, sorry.” *he turns to his friends* “S***, bro, I’m sooooo high right now.”

Eighteen By A Hair

| Lancashire, England, UK | Underaged

(Two boys who are not obviously over 18 come to the bar. By the time I reach them one of them already has his passport out.)

Me: “Hi there! What can I get for you?”

Boy #1: “Can I get a Carling and a Dark Fruits?”

Me: “Sure, can I just see that ID?”

(Boy #1 hands me his ID and is barely over 18.)

Me: “Awesome, thanks!” *to Boy #2* “Can I see yours as well?”

Boy #2: “I don’t have it…”

Boy #1: “He’s my brother! We have the same birthday!”

Me: “Okay…”

Boy #1: “Honestly, we’re twins!”

(I look from the tall, red-haired boy to the much shorter, brown-haired boy, who doesn’t look related to him in the slightest.)

Me: “Yeah… I’m still going to need to see some ID, please.”

Boy #2: *dejectedly* “It’s the hair, isn’t it?”