Try This New IPA! Tastes Like The Holocaust!
Me: “Hello, sir, may I see your ID?”
Customer: “Why?”
Me: “I’m supposed to get ID when someone buys beer.”
(The customer just continues to stare at me, as if expecting more of an explanation.)
Me: “It’s the law.”
Customer: “So, you just do whatever the government tells you to do?”
(I’m not really sure how to respond, so I just remain silent. The customer suddenly becomes obscenely angry.)
Customer: “Honestly, you’re no better than those Nazis throwing Jews in the oven!”
(He rattles off some more nonsense about how I’m a Nazi for daring to ask for his ID, and then some switch in his brain goes from crazy to horny.)
Customer: “But you’re pretty cute, so I guess I can show you just this once.”