Philip J. Fry Buys A Beer

I work in a small convenience store in a super small town. A customer comes in whom I recognize, and they try to buy some beers. I think they might be underage, but I can’t recall, but it’s not up to me to remember since we ID all alcohol sales. I ask for the ID, and he gives it almost too excitedly. It looks good, except for one teeny-tiny detail.

Me: “What year were you born?”

Customer: “2002!”

Me: “I can’t accept this ID.”

Customer: “Sure, you can!”

Me: “I really don’t think so.”

Customer: “Why not?!”

Me: “Your ID says you were born in the year 3002.”

Customer: *Snatches the ID back from me* “Whaaat?! That f***er!”

The customer ran out of the store, and I laughed and called his mom. (Super small town, remember?) I later found out from the guy’s mother that her son had spent pretty much all of his eighteenth birthday money on the useless fake ID. She found the whole thing so hilarious that she ended up framing it and putting it up in her living room.