Background: TBGSITW's policy on carding customers is simple; we card everyone buying tobacco, alcohol (including NA beer and cooking wine) or lotto, regardless of how old they may be or whether they came through our line five minutes ago and we carded them then. If there's anyone else in their party who we suspect may be planning to drink it, handles it, or contributes to paying for the order, we card them to. If someone in your party suddenly wanders off before you get in line and we see it (or LP sees it on the eye in the sky and calls our checkstand to tell us about it), we tell them we need that person to present their ID too. If you don't have valid ID, no sale. The store manager has made it clear to all the lead clerks that he expects them to always take our side when it comes to disputes over ID; no checker will ever be disciplined for carding or for refusing to make a sale, nor will any decision to refuse sales over ID be overturned.
Me: Myself and I
SC: Customer
SCW: Customer's wife
LC: Lead clerk
Our story takes place early on a Saturday morning (probably around 830-ish). I'm working the checkstand, and LC has jumped in the checkstand next to mine to help bring down a rush. (Yeah, we get rushes at 8:30 on Saturday mornings. I don't know where they're coming from either.) SC and SCW, who booth look to be early-20s, get into my line with a cart of about $150 worth of groceries, probably a couple weeks' worth of food for the both of them, and SCW sets a six-pack of beer on the belt before she goes to the other end to start bagging. I scan their order through, coming to the beer at the very end.
Me: Can I see your IDs, please?
SC: Here you go. (shows his ID. I examine it and verify his age)
Me: And yours please, ma'am?
SCW: (looks up) Excuse me?
Me: I need to see your ID as well, ma'am.
SCW: I left my ID in the car.
Me: I can't approve this alcohol for sale unless I see your ID.
SC: (angrily) Are you serious?
Me: Yes, sir.
SC: That's my wife!
Me: I have to ID everyone, sir, that's the law.
SCW: I'll go get it. (leaves to get her ID)
SC: This is f***ing ridiculous. I want to talk to your manager.
Me: Sure. Hey, LC?
(LC, who as I mentioned is standing in the next checkstand over, turns around)
LC: What do you need, Smapti?
Me: This customer would like to speak to you.
LC: Can I help you?
SC: I already showed my ID and he's making my wife go to the car to get hers!
LC: That's the law.
SC:
(SCW comes back in at about this point with her ID.)
SCW: Here's my ID. (she shows it to me and I verify that she's over 21)
Me: Thank y...
SC: You know what? Forget it. We're leaving. Let's go.
(He turns and walks away. SCW starts to say something to him, but he keeps walking and so she follows and leaves with him.)
Me: (pondering the mentality of someone who would spend at least an hour shopping only to waste their time by walking out at the checkstand and going to a different store to waste another hour, spend more money, and get IDed again anyway) LC, I'm gonna need this order cancelled.
Bonus WTF: How to ask for directions in the store
The right way:
Cust. walks up to me while I'm stocking.
Cust.: Can you tell me where the seasoning packets for taco meat are?
Me: Aisle X, sir.
Cust.: Thanks.
The wrong way:
Cust. walks up to me while I'm stocking the dairy aisle.
Cust.: Have you seen any of that bagged Mexican cheese?
Me: It's at the very end of this aisle, middle shelf.
Cust.: OK.
(Cust. goes down the way I pointed. While I continue to stock, I see her browsing in that area. A minute later, she comes back over.)
Cust.: There's no Mexican cheese over there.
Me: I can help you find it, ma'am.
(I walk over with her to the exact area where she was browsing, where I had told her to go in the first place, and indicate the bagged Mexican cheese, on the middle shelf, as I said.) Here you go, ma'am.
Cust.: Oh.
The wronger than wrong way:
Stand 20 feet away from me, on the other side of two display cases, and shout "Steak? Steak? STEAK?" at me while I'm not even looking in your direction and have no reason to suspect that you're not on the phone or attempting to establish a line of communication with the display case.
Bonus points for the fact that this occurred in the meat department, and the steak was in fact closer to the customer than I was.
Me: Myself and I
SC: Customer
SCW: Customer's wife
LC: Lead clerk
Our story takes place early on a Saturday morning (probably around 830-ish). I'm working the checkstand, and LC has jumped in the checkstand next to mine to help bring down a rush. (Yeah, we get rushes at 8:30 on Saturday mornings. I don't know where they're coming from either.) SC and SCW, who booth look to be early-20s, get into my line with a cart of about $150 worth of groceries, probably a couple weeks' worth of food for the both of them, and SCW sets a six-pack of beer on the belt before she goes to the other end to start bagging. I scan their order through, coming to the beer at the very end.
Me: Can I see your IDs, please?
SC: Here you go. (shows his ID. I examine it and verify his age)
Me: And yours please, ma'am?
SCW: (looks up) Excuse me?
Me: I need to see your ID as well, ma'am.
SCW: I left my ID in the car.
Me: I can't approve this alcohol for sale unless I see your ID.
SC: (angrily) Are you serious?
Me: Yes, sir.
SC: That's my wife!
Me: I have to ID everyone, sir, that's the law.
SCW: I'll go get it. (leaves to get her ID)
SC: This is f***ing ridiculous. I want to talk to your manager.
Me: Sure. Hey, LC?
(LC, who as I mentioned is standing in the next checkstand over, turns around)
LC: What do you need, Smapti?
Me: This customer would like to speak to you.
LC: Can I help you?
SC: I already showed my ID and he's making my wife go to the car to get hers!
LC: That's the law.
SC:

(SCW comes back in at about this point with her ID.)
SCW: Here's my ID. (she shows it to me and I verify that she's over 21)
Me: Thank y...
SC: You know what? Forget it. We're leaving. Let's go.
(He turns and walks away. SCW starts to say something to him, but he keeps walking and so she follows and leaves with him.)
Me: (pondering the mentality of someone who would spend at least an hour shopping only to waste their time by walking out at the checkstand and going to a different store to waste another hour, spend more money, and get IDed again anyway) LC, I'm gonna need this order cancelled.
Bonus WTF: How to ask for directions in the store
The right way:
Cust. walks up to me while I'm stocking.
Cust.: Can you tell me where the seasoning packets for taco meat are?
Me: Aisle X, sir.
Cust.: Thanks.
The wrong way:
Cust. walks up to me while I'm stocking the dairy aisle.
Cust.: Have you seen any of that bagged Mexican cheese?
Me: It's at the very end of this aisle, middle shelf.
Cust.: OK.
(Cust. goes down the way I pointed. While I continue to stock, I see her browsing in that area. A minute later, she comes back over.)
Cust.: There's no Mexican cheese over there.
Me: I can help you find it, ma'am.
(I walk over with her to the exact area where she was browsing, where I had told her to go in the first place, and indicate the bagged Mexican cheese, on the middle shelf, as I said.) Here you go, ma'am.
Cust.: Oh.
The wronger than wrong way:
Stand 20 feet away from me, on the other side of two display cases, and shout "Steak? Steak? STEAK?" at me while I'm not even looking in your direction and have no reason to suspect that you're not on the phone or attempting to establish a line of communication with the display case.
Bonus points for the fact that this occurred in the meat department, and the steak was in fact closer to the customer than I was.
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