All of a sudden, turning 40 in a year and a half sounds rather appealing

[slipjig3]

Courtesy of Not Always Right:




(An elderly woman well into her 70s comes through the check-out line with a single bottle of wine. [The clerk] starts to scan the bottle through.)

Customer: “Wait! Aren’t you going to check my ID?”

Clerk: “Er, no, ma’am, I don’t think it’s really necessary…”

Customer: “Well, that’s no good! You should check all ID if you’re selling alcohol.”

Clerk: “Well, okay. May I see your ID, please?”

(She hands over an ID card that is obviously fake.)

Clerk: “…ma’am, this card says you’re seventeen.”

Customer: “Oh, dear! You’ve caught me! I’m much too young to be buying this! It’s a good thing you were checking IDs. I’d better just go now! *skips out the door*

Clerk: “…”



...I am so doing this.

Comments

[cyan-blue.livejournal.com]

She's clearly got her purple on... :)

[slipjig.livejournal.com]

Oh, hells, yeah. This is someone I want to hang out with.

[tek2way.livejournal.com]

It's not NEARLY as much fun down here in Tennessee, where it's state law to ID everyone. You absolutely MUST relate your attempt to do this when you do get around to trying. :)

[slipjig.livejournal.com]

*laugh* I'd need a fake ID first.

[ultra-lilac.livejournal.com]

The best thing about on-purpose customer bizarreness is that it's nowhere near as nonsensical as regular customer bizarreness.

When people ask what working in retail is like I just tell them "The guy who yelled at us because we wouldn't make him a necklace after his dead wife's hair that he had with him in a carrier bag was not the oddest customer we ever had."

[rubian77.livejournal.com]

The Victorians did make hair jewelry, so the concept isn't totally bizarre.... but unless you work in the retail version of a Victorian hair jewelry peddler, yeah, it was an unreasonable request of him.

[slipjig.livejournal.com]

Oh, ye gods. At least I have the advantage of being able to hang up on the cheese logs who come my way.

[slipjig.livejournal.com]

Innit?