No ID, No Idea, No Refund
I work in the curbside pickup department of a grocery store. If a customer orders alcohol, I am required by law to check their ID before giving them the product. My little computer device will not even proceed to show me the order’s substitutions, let alone actually dispense the order, until I have entered in the driver’s birthdate, and I have to actually see the ID to confirm it’s valid first. My only options on the handheld device are to enter the birthdate or scan the barcodes on the alcohol to remove them from the order. No ID = no alcohol.
A customer who appears to be in her thirties comes to collect her order.
Me: “Hello, ma’am. Can I get the name for the order?”
Customer: “Yes, it’s [Customer].”
Me: “Great! I see you have some alcohol in your order today. Can I see your ID?”
Customer: “Shoot! I left my driver’s license at home. Can I just tell you my birthdate?”
Me: “No, ma’am, I’m sorry. I’m going to need to see your ID.”
Customer: “Can I text my husband and have him send a picture of my license?”
Me: “No, the ID has to be with you.”
Customer: “Fine. Just remove the alcohol. I’ll come back later to get it.”
I scanned her drinks and confirmed that they were removed from the order so she wouldn’t be charged for them. Then, I loaded everything else into her trunk and she drove off.
The next day, a coworker told me a man had come storming into our department the night before yelling about how he and his wife were charged for alcohol they did not receive when the dumb employee couldn’t just see that the wife was clearly over twenty-one! He needed a refund, or he would just take the alcohol off the shelf.
My coworker checked the status of their order on our computer and confirmed that everything was paid for except for the alcohol, which was listed as refunded. The coworker explained this to the man, who kept yelling and referring to the “dumb employee”, so a manager was called.
The manager asked to see the man’s receipt. The email “receipt” he had been reading was just the list of products the wife had ordered, not the actual receipt of items received. He sheepishly found the correct email and, lo and behold, there was no alcohol listed.
According to my coworker, as soon as the man saw that, he just turned and walked away without another word, presumably to buy his alcohol.
Related:
No ID, No Idea, Part 52
No ID, No Idea, Part 51
No ID, No Idea, Part 50
No ID, No Idea, Part 49
No ID, No Idea, Part 48