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Paging [Cashier]’s Brain To The Checkout

, , , , , | Working | July 1, 2020

A friend and I, both aged eighteen and looking rather younger, are going to a grocery store to buy party supplies, and my mom asks me to buy some beer. We get to the checkout and notice a sign next to the register.

Sign: “You need to be eighteen to buy alcohol. All people who look younger than forty will need to show their ID. No exceptions.”

I pull my ID out, but then I realise that the cashier has already bagged our stuff and is counting our change.

Me: “Wait, aren’t you going to check our IDs?”

I point at the sign. The cashier stares at the sign for several seconds, then at us, then back at the sign.

Cashier: “Why?”

We look at each other, confused.

Friend: “It says there that you have to check our IDs for the beer.”

We try to hand her our IDs, but she doesn’t even move or acknowledge it.

The cashier stares at the conveyor belt.

Cashier: “Can you keep moving? You are holding up my line.”

We looked at the non-existent line, shrugged, and grabbed our things. As we were leaving the store, we spotted a manager walking over to the cashier looking ANGRY. We never saw that cashier again.