No ID, No Idea, Part 20

| Atlanta, GA, USA | At The Checkout, Criminal & Illegal, Extra Stupid

(I work in a retail store that sells and trades video games. If you want to trade your games in for cash, you must present a valid drivers license. It’s a state law. People are constantly stealing video games from bigger stores and will then trade them to us for cash.)

Me: “Do you want store credit or cash?”

Young Man: “Cash.”

Me: “Okay, I just need to see a valid driver’s license.”

(Hands me a Florida license with a Georgia address.)

Me: “Seriously?”

Young Man: “What? It’s valid! I got that off the Internet!”

Me: “Oh, I have no doubt about that.”

(I wouldn’t give him the cash and he was just dumbfounded that his idea didn’t work.)

Related:
No ID, No Idea, Part 19
No ID, No Idea, Part 18
No ID, No Idea, Part 17

She’s The Belle Of The Ball

| OH, USA | Awesome Customers, Family & Kids

(I work at a place with an indoor kid’s gym. One of the things I have to do to close includes picking up the foam balls in the area, which takes a while. I start about a half-hour before closing, even though there’s still a family inside. The oldest daughter, who looks about seven, comes over.)

Girl: “Hey, what are you doing?”

Me: “Oh, I’m starting to clean up. We have to round up all the balls and put them in a bag.”

Girl: “Oh, can I help?”

Me: “Uhm, sure!”

(She helped with almost half of the balls, before she had to leave. I kept smiling, even after she left.)

Put Yourself In Her Shoes

| Wales, UK | Bad Behavior

(I am clearing some shelves of wine that have been on promotion, since the promotion is ending and a new one starting the next day. I am unable to park my trolley nearby due to space and am having to carry bottles to the nearest aisle. As this conversation takes place, I am holding five bottles of wine.)

Customer: “Excuse me?”

Me: “Hi there. If you could bear with me just one second while I put these down and I’ll be right with you.”

(She says nothing so I start to walk to the trolley, only a few yards away. But…)

Customer: *grabbing my arm and tugging, hard* “Hey! Why aren’t you helping me?”

(I drop all five bottles, four of which smash and splash all over the customer’s white, expensive looking shoes.)

Customer: “Look what you did, you stupid b****! You’re gonna have to pay for these!”

(She reached down and removed her shoes, despite my protests, so she was standing barefoot in a puddle of glass-filled wine. She was still shouting at me about how much her shoes cost and how I was going to have to pay for them or she would have me arrested when the manager arrived. Having seen the whole thing on the cameras, he made her pay for the broken bottles, helped me clean up, and gave me the afternoon off.)