The Entitled Brat Doesn’t Fall Far From The Tree

I got a job in the local liquor store. It’s a pretty nice gig, and my managers and coworkers are awesome, but the customers could use some work. A few days ago, a kid who is probably fifteen years old wanders into the store. She’s got a cart and a bag, and her phone is attached to her face. She comes to my register with a few packs of bubbly seltzer water.

Me: “May I see your ID, please?”

She flips out.

Teenager: “It’s not alcohol! You don’t need to card me!”

Me: “It’s a liquor store. You can’t even be in here without an ID or an adult.”

My manager is behind me and backs me up.

Teenager: “Fine. I’m going to call my daddy.”

And she storms out of the store. She stands outside on her phone yelling about how we’re being unfair, and then comes back in.

Teenager: “My daddy is on the phone, and he says you have to sell to me because it’s just water!”

Me: “No, I can’t, and I won’t.”

She tries handing me her phone and I back away.

Me: “No. If you want to buy it, you have to get an adult.”

She leaves the store again.

Twenty minutes later, a car pulls up and an older man comes into the store with the girl behind him.

Man: “I demand to speak to the manager about the unfair treatment of my daughter!” *Pointing at me* “I want the number to corporate, and I want your name and your manager’s name!”

He ended up buying his daughter the water while yelling at me and the manager.