Making Boobs Of Themselves At The Entrance
(I am with about ten other security guards, checking ID cards and tickets at the main entrance gate for an under-18s festival. This is my first day on the job, but for the most part, things run smoothly once we get into the swing of things. A group of four young women in their teens get to the front of my queue and hand me their tickets.)
Teen #1: “Here’s our tickets.”
Me: “I’ll also need to see your IDs.”
([Teen #1] removes her ID and presents it to me. After briefly comparing her ticket and ID I pass her through, where she waits for her friends. [Teen #2] then hands me her ID, but the photo has been completely scratched off.)
Me: “The photo on this card has been scratched off.”
Teen #2: “Yeah, it was a bad photo, so I got rid of it.”
Me: “You do realize I need photo ID to let you in? Do you have any other ID?”
([Teen #2] looks confused at the concept that a photo ID needs a photo, but then proceeds to try and give me her credit card, along with various other non-identifying cards, looking more and more dejected as she goes.)
Me: “I’m sorry, but I can’t accept any of these. I need a valid photo ID before I can let you in.”
Teen #2: *hopefully* “If I show you my boobs, will you let me in?”
Me: “Unfortunately, that’s not a form of photo ID, but I will call over my supervisor and see if he can sort this out.”
(I raised my arm to call over my current supervisor, who quickly arrived and asked me what the problem was. He was just as confused as I was at the lack of a discernible picture, but he took the group aside and talked to them. They ended up having to wait for about an hour outside the gate before someone came and gave them valid ID. Unfortunately, I lost count of the amount of times I had to deal with this exact same situation throughout the day.)