Please Make A Fermental Note

| USA | Working | February 8, 2013

(Around the holidays, I like to pick up a bottle of sparkling grape juice since I am not of legal drinking age yet.)

Me: “Just these, please.”

Cashier: “Okay, I’m going to need to see your ID for the wine.”

Me: “Wine? That’s not wine. It’s grape juice.”

Cashier: “It’s clearly in a wine bottle. Are you going to show me your ID or not?”

Me: “It’s grape juice. Read the label.”

Cashier: “I think I’ll just hold onto this for you until you can produce your ID for me.”

(The cashier puts the juice behind her register where I can’t reach it.)

Me: “Yeah, you might want to call your manager now.”

Manager: “What seems to be the problem here?”

Cashier: “This girl is trying to buy wine and won’t show me her ID.”

Manager: “I’m sorry, ma’am; in order to process all alcohol sales, we need to see a valid ID.”

Me: “I understand that just fine but that is not a bottle of wine. It’s a bottle of sparkling grape juice. There is not a drop of alcohol in it. It’s just carbonated grape juice.”

(The manager picks up the bottle and reads it over, quickly realizing I’m right.)

Manager: “Right… uh, go ahead and ring it through.”

Cashier: “But it’s in a wine bottle!”

Manager: “Just scan it.”

(The cashier reluctantly scans it and gasps when her register does not ask her to enter a birth date.)

Cashier: “It worked!”

Me: “I told you.”

(When I went back the next week to get another bottle, the same thing happened!)

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