Grand Theft Innocence, Part 7

| Derby, England, UK | At The Checkout, Technology, Underaged

(I have recently started working part time at a locally-run video game store while I’m studying Law at the college. We have just gone over Statutory Instruments in class. A customer who looks about 14 walks in, picks up a copy of GTA 5, and walks to the counter.)

Customer: “Just this game, mate.”

Me: “Thats £40. Can I see some ID, please?”

Customer: “You can just let it slide, right? I mean, what’s the worst that could happen to you? I’m clearly 18 and just forgot my ID.”

Me: “Actually, selling age restricted goods to a minor is a statutory offence under the Children and Young Persons Act 1933 where the owners of this shop would be liable for prosecution. All that needs to be proved is that you bought the game and we are liable. I would lose my job and this place would more than likely shut down, so that’s the ‘worst that could happen.'”

Customer: “…So, is that a no?”

Me: “A large no.”

Customer: *runs out the door*

Manager: *to me* “I’m glad we chose you over the other guy!”

Related:
Grand Theft Innocence, Part 6
Grand Theft Innocence, Part 5
Grand Theft Innocence, Part 4
Grand Theft Innocence, Part 3
Grand Theft Innocence, Part 2
Grand Theft Innocence

The Engendered Confusion, Part 2

| St. Paul, MN, USA | Bigotry, Family & Kids, Wild & Unruly

(I’m in my hometown, babysitting my three-month-old nephew while my brother gets some much-needed sleep. I live on campus nearby, but because I look much younger than I am people tend to assume I’m still in high school. I’m picking up some groceries with my nephew when an older woman grabs my arm.)

Older Woman: “You ought be be ashamed of yourself! How dare you!”

Me: “I’m sorry?”

Older Woman: “Parading your little b*****d around like it’s no big deal to get pregnant and drop out!”

Me: “Ma’am, I didn’t drop out. I—”

Older Woman: “Don’t you lie to me, you stupid b****! I’ll have you thrown out of the store!”

(My nephew begins to cry.)

Older Woman: “See, look at what an incompetent mother you are! You’re just letting him cry without—”

Me: “Listen, lady: I don’t know what your problem is, but making my nephew cry because you’re screaming at me is not okay. Even if he was my kid, do you really think it’s okay to yell at a stranger because they may or may not have made a choice you disagree with?”

(As I say this, I can see the store manager, a close family friend, approach to see what the fuss is about.)

Older Woman: “I can’t believe you! I’m going to get the manager and he’s going to teach you about respecting your elders, and maybe he’ll teach you to keep your legs closed!”

Manager: “Don’t bother. You…” *points at her* “…get out of my store, NOW.”

Older Woman: “I am a paying customer! You cannot—”

Manager: “I can and I will, and unless you want the police to get involved, you’ll leave now.”

Older Woman: “This little b****—”

Manager: “—first of all, is a GUY, and second of all, is on the honor roll at [University], and third, is my son’s best friend and grandson’s babysitter.”

(At this, the older woman turns red and leaves without buying anything. My nephew stops crying almost immediately.)

Me: “Thanks, Mr. [Name].”

Manager: “No problem, kiddo.” *grins* “It was kinda fun getting to yell at her. I’ve just got one question.”

Me: “Yeah?”

Manager: “Did she seriously think you were a teenage mother?”

Me: *shrugs* “Some people…”

Related:
The Engendered Confusion

Rage Against The Machine

| Tempe, AZ, USA | Extra Stupid, Technology

Me: “Thank you for calling [Company]. My name is [Name]. May I please get the phone number associated with the account you are calling about?”

Caller: *enters phone number without saying anything*

Me: “…I’m sorry; I need you to tell me the phone number, please.”

Caller: *again enters the phone number without saying anything*

Me: “…Hello. This is a live person, not the automated system. I need you to actually tell me the phone number, not enter it on the phone, please.”

Caller: *to someone in the background* “It’s not working! Just hang up and we’ll try again.”

Me: “Hello. I can hear you. I’m a live person, if you—”

Caller: *click*