Talking Dirt About The ID

(I wear glasses, but I am nearsighted, which means I can read things up close but not far away. A man with a self-important smile comes to check out.)

Me: “ID for the alcohol, please.”

(He hand it to me with a flourish. It is a very dirty driver’s license. I cannot read nor see the picture or information on it because of all the grime.)

Me: *squinting*

Man: “You should put on your glasses! Blind as a bat! They’re hanging around your neck!”

Me: “I am nearsighted; I can see just fine up close. The reason I can’t read this is because it’s VERY dirty!”

Everyone Else: *stops and stares at the man*

Man: *hangs head and quietly pays*

(The man complained later to the manager, saying that I was rude. Luckily, I was there when he called the manager, and I said ‘for telling the truth?’ and he quickly hung up.)