Redhead Responding To Red Alert
(I am in line behind a young man who was obviously inebriated. He is trying to buy alcohol without an ID.)
Cashier: “Sir, I’m sorry, but I can’t sell you this beer without an ID.”
Customer: “F*** you! I am old enough. Do I look like a kid?”
Cashier: “No, sir, but it’s the law and I could lose my job.”
Customer: “It’s in the d*** truck. Do you want me to go all the way to the truck and get it?”
Cashier: “Sir, if you’d like to go get your ID I’d be happy to set the beer to the side for you.”
Customer: “You f****** b****! I don’t have to—”
(He’s interrupted when a slender, red-haired woman comes up behind him, slips her arms under his and pushes forward, hard. He’s bent over and unable to move his arms.)
Redhead Woman: “Now, that’s just about enough. I let the manager know, and my daughter is calling the police.”
(He tries to pull away and she takes her knee and pushes it hard into his back, making him yelp.)
Redhead Woman: “No, I said that’s enough. You’re going to apologize to the cashier here for fouling up her day, and then you’re going to be still until the cops come.”
(The manager comes sprinting over with security in tow, who take control of the angry guy while the cashier explains and the redheaded woman brushes off the front of her dress. Her daughter hands her the phone and the woman talks to the police for a moment and hangs up.)
Manager: “Thank you, ma’am.”
Redhead Woman: “Not at all. I cashiered in college and it flat sucked. People are d***s.”
(The woman says something to her daughter in a foreign language and the kid grins and looks over at the guy. The cashier rings me up, and as I’m getting ready to leave, I walk past where the cops have the guy cuffed and sitting while they talk to the redheaded woman. I pass by the kid and smile at her.)
Me: “Your mom is pretty tough, huh?”
Kid: “My mom is a bad-a**.”
(Totally made my day.)