Dang, Even The Bookworms Are Doing The Tobacco Now!
I’m a gas station clerk. A young man comes to the counter and puts down his things, including a high school library book clearly stamped with “[Local High School] Library.” In other words, this kid is probably underage.
He has a non-alcoholic beverage and, after I ring him up, he decides to try to sneak one past me.
Young Man: “Can I also get [tobacco product]?”
Me: “Can I see your ID?”
He pretends to search his wallet for his identification and, after a moment, mutters:
Young Man: “I must have left it in my other wallet.”
I nod.
Me: “It happens to me all the time.”