The Race Card Is Not A Form Of ID
(I work at a gas station, and our policy is that if a person looks under 35 we have to ID them for alcohol before we can even ring them up. A customer brings up a 24-case of beer.)
Me: “Can I see your ID, please?”
(The customer searches his pants.)
Customer: “Sorry, I must have forgot it. But you remember me.”
Me: “Sorry, I don’t, and I can’t sell it to you without ID.”
Customer: “Let me check in my car.”
(He walks out; a few minutes later he comes back.)
Customer: “I don’t have it, but come on! I am old enough!”
Me: “I am sorry, but if you look under 35, we are not allowed to sell this unless you have ID.”
Customer: “It’s because I’m white, huh? That’s why you won’t sell it to me. You have a thing against white people!”
Me: “Sir, if I did, then that would mean that I hated my family, who—”
Customer: “No, no, no, it’s all white people you hate.”
(Walking outside, I see him stop a young white couple who are my regulars. They come in laughing.)
Young Couple: “Wow, that guy out there is nuts. Did you know he is telling everyone who will listen that you are a racist and that you hate white people?”
Me: *shaking my head* “Yep, that’s me! I hate white people. I hate myself, my mom, and my sister.”
(We had a good laugh at that.)
Question of the Week
Have you ever served a bad customer who got what they deserved?