If There’s Anyone Who Needs A Beer, It’s A Parent Of A Teenager

, , , , , | Working | January 21, 2020

(We are in a supermarket with my mum. I am sixteen at the time, but in the UK you can drink alcohol at home from a younger age than that. My mum and I are finishing off our shopping, and she asks me to pick up a couple of bottles of beer off of the top shelf and put them in the cart, as she can’t reach. We then walk to the checkout and start trying to pay for our shopping.)

Cashier: “You—” *talking to me* “—can I see some ID?

Me: “Why?”

Cashier: “I saw you getting that beer.”

Mum: “That beer is for me, not him, and I’m clearly an adult.”

Cashier: “But he picked it up.”

Mum: “But it’s for me.”

Cashier: “I’m sorry, but he touched it. I can’t sell it to you.”

Mum: “How about if I’m the one touching it in a separate transaction?” *puts it behind another divider, showing it is different*

Cashier: “No, he touched it, so I need ID from him.” *starts sarcastically filling out a “failed check 25 form” on the till*

(We had to leave it behind. For context, after speaking to several of my relatives and friends who work in other supermarkets, in a case like this, unless the cashier has heard something to directly suggest that the older person is buying it for the younger person, of which there was none in this scenario, they should sell it to the customer.)

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A Howler For The Growler

, , , , | Right | January 20, 2020

(I work at a craft beer tasting room where we only serve our company’s product. One night, a man comes in, casually dressed but nothing out of the ordinary.)

Coworker: “Hi, welcome to [Business].”

(As it is the customer’s first time here, we explain the sizes, how you can get beer to-go, etc., but he cuts us off.)

Customer: “I just want something that will get me drunk!”

(I’m thinking at this point, “We are not the place for you.”)

Me: “What do you normally like to drink?”

Customer: “[Non-Craft Beer Brand] or malt liquor.”

Coworker: “[Beer Brand] is typically 4-5%. [Beer #1] and [Beer #2] are both 1 or 2% higher, and that really makes a difference.”

(My coworker serves a couple of samples.)

Customer: “[Beer #1] is kind of tangy, but I like [Beer #2]. Can I get a 32-ounce?”

Coworker & Me: “That is only to-go. Our largest size here is 16-ounce.”

Customer: “I could get a 64-ounce, then. There’s got to be a chair outside.”

Me: “Sir, that’s illegal. You’d have to take the beer home to drink.”

(The man still tried to buy a growler, but the minute we mentioned the price, he claimed that was too much for today. The ironic thing is that there are many restaurants and bars nearby that would have hard liquor for “getting drunk quickly.” I still think he was looking for a liquor store, and somehow ended up with us.)

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Her License Has A Red Alert

, , , , , | Right | January 4, 2020

(I work as a server in a chain restaurant. I get a table of two in my section. I go to greet them, pouring their waters as I do.)

Me: “Hello there! My name is [My Name] and I’ll be taking care of you today! Can I get either of you two something to drink? We have lemonade, iced tea, and Pepsi products.”

(I see that the woman is looking through our wine list, so I go to mention at least one beer and wine. Gotta upsell, after all.)

Me: “We do have a full bar — five draft beers along with a variety of wines. Are you interested in any of them?”

Woman: “Oh, yes! I’d like a glass of [red wine], please.”

Me: “Of course! Can I see your ID?”

(In Indiana, it is state law to ask for someone’s ID for alcoholic purchases so long as they look like they’re younger than 40.)

Woman: *seems presently surprised by my question* “Oh, of course!”

(I take her ID. First, I check her birthdate, which shows that she is older than 21. Next, I look at the license’s expiration date… which is four months expired.)

Me: “I’m so sorry, but I cannot sell you [wine], as this ID is expired.”

Woman: *annoyed* “Wait, are you serious?”

Me: “I’m afraid so. It would be illegal for me to sell you anything alcoholic with an expired ID, as it is not a valid form of identification.”

Woman: *is most definitely trying to guilt-trip me now* “But… I’ve been looking forward to having a glass of red all day…”

(I just sort of stand there, not sure how to respond to this. I’m not going to risk both my job and a hefty fine to order this woman a glass of wine.)

Me: “I’m… sorry, miss. Can I get you anything else?”

Woman: “No.”

(Before this, the couple was really friendly. After, they became really cold and distant with me, like it was my fault that this woman hadn’t updated her driver’s license. I continued giving them good service, though also space since they very obviously did not want me around. When they left, they ended up only tipping me about 5%. Standard is 15, quickly moving to 20%. I guess I’m lucky they gave me anything at all.)

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So Drunk That The Alphabet Changed

, , , , , , | Related | January 1, 2020

(It’s New Year’s morning, a little after five in the morning. My cousin, her fiancé, a friend from our gaming group, his sleeping wife, and I are in a room. His wife starts snoring lightly and he goes to roll her over.)

Me: “Ah, just let her be.”

Cousin: *drunk* “Letter B! Letter B! Third letter of the alphabet!”

Me: “Third?”

Cousin: “Second! Close enough!”

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Good Lord, Drink!  

, , , , , , , | Right | December 21, 2019

I work in a small village pub which is well known for our food. Every Saturday and Sunday since I have started working there has been fully booked. We have a waiting list and you have to make a reservation about three weeks in advance for the weekend because it’s so popular.

That said, my manager/the landlord isn’t a local to the small village. Because of this, she feels that she has to accommodate the locals to foster goodwill. The locals get away with so much crap that it’s rather impressive.

One day, I start work on a Saturday and quickly realise that all of the tables in the restaurant have been rearranged and there are massive 50th birthday banners everywhere.

Parties are not unusual, and the restaurant is typically “free” to hire out as long as you pay for the buffet and you bring enough people which makes up the cost to the business in drinks.

Quickly, my colleagues and I realise that the people in our restaurant section — separate from the bar — are not drinking any alcohol and only drinking iced tap water. Combined with the cheapest option of the buffet, the loss to the business worked out at about £1k by the end of the evening.

It turned out that when the local woman had booked the restaurant, she had assured my manager that enough people would be coming to the bar to drink. She didn’t mention that they were all of a religion that doesn’t allow alcohol.

At the end of the evening, when they settled the bill for the buffet, we were treated to a sermon about how immoral we all were for serving alcohol.

We made no money from tips that evening.

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