When Even Just Entering Is A Gamble

I come in today, and my coworker warns me:

Coworker: “The boss is gonna call you today because of a phone call she got this morning. Some angry mother called because her kid claims you kicked him out of our store the other day. He came home in tears.”

Me: “I only asked one person to leave yesterday. If that’s who the mom is calling about, then this should be a real doozy.”

My manager does call me in and asks me what happened.

Me: “Did you look at the security tapes?”

Manager: “No. Do I need to?”

Me: “Well, if you did, you’d see that this kid, who is seventeen by the way, walked to the ATM in the gambling section.”

Manager: “…oh.”

Me: “Yeah. This kid came into the store and went straight to the back area to use the ATM. I noticed he looked young, so I went and asked how old he is. He told me his age, and I told him he was supposed to use the other ATM near the front door of the store because to enter that area, you have to be twenty-one, even just to use the ATM. He was already in the middle of using the ATM when I said all this, so I waited right there until he was done and then escorted him out. I just reminded him that he can’t come back to the gambling area. I was polite, understanding, not at all upset, and he seemed fine when he left.”

Manager: “Well, apparently, this kid took that as you kicking him out and telling him to never come back to the store. I’m not sure if mom’s over exaggerating or if the kid was angry for some reason.”

Me: “So… we good?”

Manager: “Oh, more than good. If she calls back, I’ll tell her that I thanked the employee responsible for ensuring her son doesn’t get arrested for underage gambling, and that she’s welcome that we didn’t call the cops.”

She did call back. The manager did say those things. And then she hung up for some odd reason.