I Must Incest You Give Me Your ID
I’m seventeen and I’m at an outdoor restaurant with my parents. My dad — who is 57 — and I go up to the window to order while my mom stays at the table.
Dad: “We’ll have [order] and two beers, please.”
Cashier: “Are both the beers for you, sir?”
Dad: “No, one is for my wife.”
Cashier: *To me* “I’ll need to see your ID, then, ma’am.”
Me: “I’ll go get my mom.”
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?