No ID, No Idea, Part 41

, , , , | Right | November 13, 2020

I’ve worked at my aunt and uncle’s restaurant since I was fourteen up until I was eighteen. Sadly, I’ve had a lot of crazy old ladies try and pick fights with me over little things during those years.

Customer: “Hi. Can I get a to-go buffet?”

I go ahead and give her a box so she can pay afterward. When she comes back to the register, I tell her the total.

Customer: “Here is a check.”

Me: “Thank you. Now I just need to see your ID.”

Customer: “Oh, sorry. My wallet with my ID is in the car, but…”

She gives me a piece of cardboard with numbers scrawled on it.

Customer: “This should be fine, right?”

Me: “No, ma’am, I need your actual ID in order to accept this check.”

Customer: “But I don’t want to go all the way to the car.”

I get my uncle to help and he attempts to explain.

Uncle: “Sorry, but we’ve gotten a lot of hot checks lately…”

The lady blows up and acts offended that the piece of cardboard isn’t enough for us. She screams and throws the box of food at us and storms out.

Me: “She didn’t think to bring her ID, but brings a piece of cardboard with the ID number?”

Related:
No ID, No Idea, Part 40
No ID, No Idea, Part 39
No ID, No Idea, Part 38
No ID, No Idea, Part 37
No ID, No Idea, Part 36

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