A big part of my job is doing ID checks for customers who want to purchase alcohol, as we card everyone with no exception. A customer presumably in his sixties wants to buy a bottle of vodka.

Me: “Could I see your ID for the vodka, please?”

Customer: “Here you go!”

He hands me his debit card.

Me: “Sir, this is your debit card.”

Customer: “But it has my name on it!”

Me: “I need a state-issued ID.”

He takes back the debit card and hands me another card. It’s a student ID from a local university.

Me: “I can’t take a student ID; it needs to be state-issued. Do you have a state ID or a driver’s license?”

He finally handed me his driver’s license. Regardless of whether he was being genuine or just messing with me, I worry about that man operating a motor vehicle.

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People Who Make You Think “How Are You Allowed To Drive?”, Part 3
People Who Make You Think “How Are You Allowed To Drive?”, Part 2
People Who Make You Think “How Are You Allowed To Drive?”

Me: “Can I interest you in any of our wines tonight, ma’am?”

Customer: “Can I get a glass of something red?”

Me: “Certainly! Would you like any recommendations?”

Customer: “I was at a bar before, and they had this really nice one. It was in like a triangle glass, it had sugar on the rim, and the drink tasted like strawberries! Oh… and tequila!”

Me: “That sounds like a strawberry margarita, ma’am.”

Customer: “Well, I don’t know much about wines, but I liked that. Can I have that?”

Me: “I’ll get the barman to make the cocktail for you, ma’am.”

Customer: “Oh, but cocktails are expensive! Can’t I just have the wine?”

Me: “Of course, but what you just described is a cocktail, not wine.”

Customer: “Well… bring it in a wine glass?”

I work at a daycare. On what was supposed to be my day off, the owner called me in and asked me to cover for a worker who had cancelled without warning. Fortunately, I didn’t have anything major booked, so I was able to take over, but I was still frustrated at having my “me” day interrupted.

I later found out that [Coworker] had been drunk that day… at 9:00 am. When he was questioned about it, we got this response.

Coworker: “I’m not gonna say I had a good reason to be drunk, but I think I’m justified in saying that I shouldn’t be around kids while drunk.”

He was fired, but I personally think he has a point.

I’ve never met anyone so determined to dig themselves into a hole. It all started when I was picking up my daughter from school. I parked on the street with the driver’s side of the car on the street side and the passenger side near the sidewalk.

[Daughter]’s car seat was behind the driver’s seat, so I had to stand in the street to buckle her in. Then, I opened the driver’s door, got in, and reached for the door to close it. I had almost closed it — it was only a little ajar — when a Honda Civic plowed into it so hard that my door sliced into the Civic’s bumper. The other driver backed up until I could fully open my door again, and I saw that the Civic was maybe eight inches from my car. Who drives so close to parked cars?

Usually, I would just exchange information and that would be it, but the guy got out and had a huge attitude. He started lecturing me.

Guy: “You need to look around before opening your door! I had no time to react!”

LOL. If I had taken more time to get in, he would have hit me.

He definitely could have avoided me. The street was not narrow, and there was not even a sidewalk on the other side. He had plenty of room.

We started to exchange information, and I thought I smelled alcohol on his breath. My husband soon arrived with our other daughter because I called and let him know what had happened. The guy tried to give my husband the whole “Women drivers, am I right?” spiel, and my husband verbally tore him a new a**hole.

My husband confirmed that he also smelled alcohol, so we called the cops. The other guy was all for it. He wanted the cops called and wanted to talk to them. Cool.

My girls ran around the schoolyard as each of us gave our statements. Mine was pretty cut and dry, so soon, my husband and I were just standing around while the cops talked to the driver of the Civic. Not long after, we overheard him fail the breathalyzer.

He was arrested, and I’m driving a rental until we see if my car can be fixed.

CONTENT WARNING: Alcohol Abuse
 

I used to work at a smallish local shop in a small town. We had a lot of regulars. One we all knew had a problem with alcohol, but we never said anything; he wasn’t causing a problem and just bought a lot of wine.

One day, he came in and walked up to the counter with two bottles. He was clearly drunk and could barely stand in one spot without staggering. Naturally, at that point, we refused to serve him. When we saw him leave the shop and head to a car’s driver seat, alarm bells started ringing.

A supervisor and I headed out to intervene just as he was getting into the driver’s seat. The bumper of his car was already dented, as if he’d had a collision driving to our shop. He was, at that point, trying to start his car with a vape pen. Between us, we convinced him not to drive.

He shook my supervisor’s hand and thanked him for his care, and he explained that his wife had just left him and taken their kid. We expressed our sympathy and told him not to drive, our car park had CCTV, and we’d watch his car. He left and phoned someone to come pick him up.

He went off.

Not long after that, the police showed up asking questions about him. Someone must have called them after seeing him drive in. Anyway, we gave them the relevant information, and the car sat there for at least a week before it was moved. The police never came back.

Sometime later, we were looking at the CCTV and saw the same man collapsed drunk by our cash machine/ATM.

The company boss decided not to serve him alcohol anymore when he came in. I was the one who had to refuse him his next two bottles of wine. He took it well. He has come in since his alcohol ban for food and dog food.

I have since left the company, and I’ve seen him a few times in the local supermarket. He looked well, — and most importantly, he looked happy.

I have now moved away, and I hope he’s doing all right.