Has No ID-ea What They’re Talking About, Part 2?

| Working | July 25, 2017

(I am a regular at my local grocery store, and the clerks know me pretty well. I have turned eighteen, which is the minimum age for alcohol and cigarettes, in early March. By now it’s almost April, and I’m buying a six-pack of beer and a pack of cigarettes.)

Clerk: *without even asking for my ID:* “I’m sorry, I can’t sell these to you.”

Me: “What? Why not?”

Clerk: “You are not eighteen yet.”

Me: “Well, sure I am.” *hands her the ID*

Clerk: “No, I’m sorry. Just a few more weeks to go.”

Me: “What?!”

Clerk: “Yes, you turn eighteen in March, it’s not March yet.”

Me: “Well, of course it is; April Fool’s Day comes next week!”

Clerk: *looking at her almanac which still displays February* “What…”

Me: *turning the next page in the almanac* “There. It’s March. I’m eighteen. Can I buy the beer now?*

(She sold it. Two weeks later I am back; same clerk, same purchases.)

Clerk: *without asking for my ID* “I’m sorry, I can’t sell these to you.”

Me: “What?! Not again. We already went through this once, didn’t we?”

(I hand her my ID. She looks at it for a good 30 seconds.)

Clerk: “What?! That young? I really wouldn’t like to sell these to you.”

Me: “Actually, you don’t have to. I’ll just get them somewhere else.”

 

1 Thumbs
446