(I am 25 years old and in a grocery store buying a bottle of fruit juice and a bottle of wine. I also have a packet of chocolate for my diabetes.)
Clerk: “ID please.”
(I get it out. The clerk looks at it oddly.)
Clerk: “I’m sorry; this is fake.”
Me: *surprised* “It IS real.”
Clerk: “This can’t be you.”
(I look EXACTLY the same in my ID, and I’m even wearing my hair the same way and the same color shirt.)
Clerk: “I’m calling the cops. I should really just get my manager but you’re probably gonna try it again.”
(As he gets the police on the phone and I think this is stupid, he motions for me to empty my bag. I take out my purse and fruit juice but leave the chocolate.)
Me: “The police will show you it’s real.”
Clerk: “EVERYTHING.”
Me: “What?”
Clerk: “I saw something shiny in your bag.”
(The clerk puts his hand out and talks to me like I’m a child.)
Clerk: “Come on, let me see and I won’t charge.”
Me: “It’s my chocolates. I HAVE to have them!”
(The clerk reaches in my bag and snatches them, putting them behind the counter.)
Clerk: “I’ll have that, thank you. You’re paying $2.85 for these.”
Me: “They REALLY are mine.”
(I start to feel woozy, and know I need sugar. I start to panic.)
Me: “Please, they’re for my diabetes.”
Clerk: “You can have them when you pay.”
Me: “Listen, you don’t even SELL [Brand] of chocolates. Look on the shelves; you won’t have them!”
(The police finally arrive. I feel really bad and scared, because I could have a sugar rush.)
Officer: “What’s this about a stolen or fake ID?”
Clerk: “THAT!” *holds ID* “It isn’t her! It’s obvious!”
Officer: “This does look remarkably like her. No, I am almost a hundred per cent CERTAIN this is her.”
Me: “Please… I need sugar.”
Clerk: “Well, she was trying to shoplift these.”
(The clerk holds up the chocolate. I try and snatch one, but he pulls them away.)
Clerk: “See? She’s such a dimwit shoplifter; she’s trying to steal them in front of you and the camera!”
Me: “Officer, they don’t sell [Brand] here.”
(The policeman goes to the candy aisle and looks for the brand. He frowns and comes back. I am desperate by this point.)
Officer: “Did you tell him?”
Me: “Yes, and I have diabetes. I need them.”
(The officer suddenly looks serious and turns to the clerk.)
Officer: “Did she tell you she had diabetes?”
Clerk: “Yes, but—”
Officer: “Just give them to her before I arrest you! She’s ill! Even if she was stealing these chocolates, I’d let her have one! She’s showing symptoms!”
(I never went back to that store!)