No ID And No Idea

| Working | August 21, 2013

(I’m at the store buying groceries for the week. One of the things I am purchasing is alcohol. I know that I look roughly 16 even though I’m 22, so I always have my ID ready. The cashier scans the wine and starts typing on her keypad to approve the purchase.)

Me: “Do you want to see my ID?”

Cashier: “What?”

Me: “My ID?”

Cashier: “Huh?”

Me: “Do you need this?”

Cashier: “I’m sorry, what?”

Me: *slowly* “Do. You. Need. My. ID?”

Cashier: “OH! Yeah, I guess I should see that.”

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