No ID, No Idea, Part 34

, , , , | Right | February 3, 2018

(As a bartender, I ask for identification from every customer who looks to be under 40 and orders an alcoholic beverage, as is policy. The fines for serving someone under the age of 21 are steep, and punishments could include jail time. My bar doesn’t take any chances. A young lady who looks to be in her early twenties sits down at the bar and orders a Sex on the Beach.)

Me: “Sure, do you have your ID on you?”

Female Customer: “I was born in May of 1992.”

Me: “That will work, but do you have your ID on you to prove that?”

Female Customer: *rolls her eyes and holds her hand up to my face to stop me* “Hold on. Here comes my friend.”

(Her male friend approaches, and I think that maybe he is carrying her ID in his wallet for her.)

Male Customer: *to girl* “Are you getting a drink?”

Female Customer: “I ain’t got my ID, and she—” *glares at me* “—wont let me.”

Male Customer: *to girl* “Okay, what do you drink?”

Female Customer: “Sex on the Beach”.

Male Customer: *to me* “I’ll have a Sex on the Beach. Here’s my ID.”

Me: “Sure, but just to let you know up front, she won’t be allowed to have any of your drink, because I have no way to verify her age.”

Male Customer:  “But I showed you my ID!”

Me: “Yes, sir, and you may have a drink. She did not show me an ID, so she may not have a drink.”

Female Customer: *to man, in a nasty tone* “Well, she just lost her tip.”

Me: “Sorry, ma’am. It’s better than losing my job.”

(The couple storms away from the bar, the girl still muttering rude things. They sit at a table in my coworker’s section. Just because they are at a different table in the restaurant does not mean the situation will change for her. She will still need an ID. I give my coworker a quick heads-up to brace himself for a tantrum and he walks over to greet them. It’s not long before he comes back to tell us she demanded to speak to a manager.)

Coworker: “Uh, she got online on her phone and pulled up her arrest record to try to prove her age.”

Me: “Seriously?”

(I’ve had customers try and use Facebook to try to prove their age before, but never their online criminal history. Unfortunately for her, that is not one of the four forms of ID that state laws allows us to accept. She continued to berate my manager, until he told her there was nothing we could do for her unless we wanted to risk arrest records of our own, and she stormed out.)

Coworker: “Geez! Now I need a drink!”

Related:
No ID, No Idea, Part 32
No ID, No Idea, Part 31
No ID, No Idea, Part 30

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