I am the third customer in the queue. The first customers are a middle-aged couple and their kid who looks like he could be anywhere between sixteen and twenty. There are two bottles of beer among their other items, which I only pay attention to because the cashier is refusing to scan them.
Cashier: “The problem is he looks legal age, but I can’t sell it to you if he can’t show ID.”
Mum: “But it’s not for him; it’s for us.”
Cashier: “But he’s with you, so I can’t sell it to you.”
Mum: “I don’t see why I can’t buy my beer just because I have my son with me.”
Cashier: “Look, he looks old enough to drink, but he also looks under twenty-five. I have to ID him.”
Mum: “This is ridiculous!”
Cashier: “I can’t sell it to you. I don’t know that it’s not a proxy sale.”
Mum: “But I am telling you that I’m not going to give it to him!”
Cashier: “If I am caught selling this to you, whether or not your son drinks any, I could lose my job. I could be facing jail time. I will not sell this to you.”
Dad: “Well, how about this. I’ll just pick up those—” *points at the beer* “—and head to the back of the queue, yeah?”
Cashier: “I can’t. I already know that you’re together. I can’t take that risk.”
Dad: “But it would be just me buying beer.”
Cashier: “No. If my supervisor catches me. If he saw on the security footage, I would be in a serious amount of trouble. You are not buying this beer.”
There’s a bit more back and forth, but eventually, the family buys the rest of their things (without the beer) and leaves. The cashier calls over for another employee to put the beer away, and the next customer addresses him.
Customer #2: “Some people…”
Cashier: “For all I knew, that kid could have been sixteen, or he could hate the taste of beer, but it’s not a risk I can take.”
Customer #2: “Oh, I know, sweetie. I just can’t believe their nerve!”