Cuts No Ice With The Cashier

| Richfield, MN, USA | Working | April 20, 2014

(It is a blistering hot summer and my mother doesn’t want to get out of the car’s A/C, but we need ice. So she gives me $10 and sends me into a local liquor store to pick some up. I am 18 at the time, but only buying ice.)

Cashier: “ID, please.”

Me: “Uh, I just want to buy this.” *holds out the $10*

Cashier: *visibly annoyed* “ID!”

Me: “I know you sell liquor mostly, but I’m just here for ice. I don’t have my ID on me.”

Cashier: “No ID, no sale!”

Me: “Uh… okay, then.

(I put the ice back and walked out to the car my mom laughed at me the whole way home. A few years later my 21st birthday card read ‘Congrats! You can now buy ice!’)

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