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The Lord May Flip Tables And Crack Whips, But He Doesn’t Shoplift

, , , , , , | Right | August 4, 2022

I witnessed this exchange between a shabbily-dressed man and a cashier at a large convenience store.

Cashier: “May I see your ID, please?”

Customer: “What for?”

Cashier: “I’m required to ask for ID for all tobacco purchases.”

Customer: I am the Lord! And the Lord doesn’t need to show ID!”

The man angrily rushes around the counter. The cashier backs away in fear, but the man isn’t interested in her. He grabs a canister of chewing tobacco and runs out of the store while the cashier yells something at him about shoplifting.

After the commotion, a little old lady in line pipes up to share her opinion.

Little Old Lady: “If the Lord needed to buy chewing tobacco — which I doubt — He would certainly be willing to show ID because that’s the law. I don’t think that man really is the Lord.”

The Best Part Of This Story Is What DOESN’T Happen

, , , , , | Right | August 4, 2022

I was at my favorite grocery store late one evening. They had been short-staffed for several months now, so long lines at the checkout were expected, but this time, I approached the front of the store to find only one register open in addition to the self-checkout. I was ninth in line. Everyone ahead of me had very full carts, and two families each had two full carts. I didn’t recognize the cashier and thought she might be a new hire. I could tell it would be an even longer wait.

Fortunately, people were not particularly mad about it, even as several more joined the line behind me, which now curved around the end of the aisle and out of my sight. There was some grumbling and sighing, but no one yelled or demanded a manager.

Ten or fifteen minutes later, I had reached the third position in line. An employee approached me to say that they were opening another register and I was invited to be first in line there. I gratefully accepted, and several other people followed me. I began unloading my groceries and greeted the cashier just as she turned on the lane light.

Me: “Thanks for coming to rescue us from that long line!”

Cashier: “Of course. And thank you for being patient.”

She rang up my purchases and I paid and started bagging. The guy behind me, who had been lowkey complaining to another customer about the wait, started unloading his groceries.

Customer #1: “Hey, thanks for working so hard. I bet this job isn’t as easy as it looks.”

Cashier: “You’re right, but it’s not too bad.”

As I was leaving, the next group started unloading their groceries.

Cashier: “Sorry about the wait.”

Customer #2: “Meh, don’t worry about us. It could have been worse. You’re doing a great job.”

It was so refreshing to hear that many people just deal with a slight inconvenience patiently instead of taking out their frustration on the underpaid and underappreciated employees trying to help them.

Are They New To The Whole ID Concept, Or…?

, , , , , , | Right | August 4, 2022

I’m working at the courtesy counter at a grocery store one night.

Customer: “Can I get [Cigarettes], please?”

Since someone at another store in the chain sold cigarettes to someone they weren’t supposed to, we have to card everyone who buys cigarettes.

Me: “Can I see your ID, please?”

She looks through her bag and she doesn’t have it. She then proceeds to call her friend from the parking lot to come in so the friend can show me her ID, instead. Instant red flag.

The friend comes in and shows me her ID. Lo and behold, she’s underage. Since one doesn’t have an ID and the other is underage, I can’t sell them cigarettes. The friend then walks over to my coworker, who is standing not more than ten feet away from me and heard the entire conversation.

Friend: “Will you buy some [Cigarettes] for us?”

Coworker: “No!”

The two walk out. My coworker and I look at each other.

Coworker: “What the h*** was that?”

Has ID, Still No Idea, Part 3

, , , , , , | Right | August 4, 2022

I’m a cashier in a supermarket. The age requirement to purchase alcohol in France is eighteen years old. A young man comes to my register with two bottles: whisky and vodka. He definitely looks like a teenager.

Me: “I’ll need your ID, please.”

Customer: “I don’t have my [National ID Card].”

Me: “Without ID, I can’t sell you alcohol.”

Customer: “I have my [Social Security ID].”

Me: “Okay, let me see that.”

I don’t know how it works in other countries, but in France, the Social Security ID has a picture and a number, which, if you know how to read it, gives you the month and year of birth of the person. I know how to read that. I verified the picture and it took me only a few seconds to see that the teenage-looking-customer was an actual teenager, not quite seventeen years old. I said so to him and put the alcohol away.

From the face of the kid, I don’t think he knew you can find the age of a person from their [Social Security ID], but this made my day.

Related:
Has ID, Still No Idea, Part 2
Has ID, Still No Idea

My Father Would’ve Been Nicer About It

, , , , , | Right | August 3, 2022

I am working at the checkout when a customer comes up with two bottles of wine. At first glance, I usually look a lot younger than I am because I’ve never been able to properly grow facial hair.

Me: “Can I see your ID, please?”

The customer hands over his ID.

Customer: *Scoffing* “I’m old enough to be your father!”

I check his ID and smirk.

Me: “You’re younger than me by five years less two days.”

I hand his ID back and process the sale

Me: “That’s [amount]. Will it be cash or card?”

He stared at me for a long time before blushing and literally slapping the reader with his card before I could press the option, so he had to do it over again. It was quite a rewarding — though awkward — minute to get through.