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Thankfully this wasn't entirely directed at me. I was at the BX (base exchange--department store on base) on Sunday. My hubby and I were standing in a god-awful long line waiting to check out. I suddenly realized I'd forgotten soap and ran off to the aisle (just a few feet away) to grab some. I come back and there's this lady I've never seen before talking to my husband. She's in the middle of some sob story about a sick baby at home and is holding a Vicks Vaporizer thingy. Then she says she forgot her ID so if she gives us the money, will we get this for her.
Now only authorized patrons (ie military members and their dependents) can buy anything at the BX. You have to show your ID before the cashier will ring anything up. Because I'm in Germany, they're very strict about this. They don't want us buying things really cheap on base then selling them to Germans for a profit. Recently some airman got himself arrested because he was running a really big scam of this sort, so the base is really watching everybody right now.
So anyway, my husband looks like a deer caught in the headlights, doesn't know what to do. So I say "I'm sorry, but we really can't do that." She pleads, repeats her sob story about the sick baby. I stand my ground, being very polite and apologetic (and wondering how she even got on base without an ID).
Then she turned mean. She started telling me I was an evil person and I hated babies and should be ashamed of myself and she hopes I get hit by a car
So my husband steps in and tells her that she needs to leave this line now or he will have to make her leave. She stalks over to the next line and glares at me for 15 minutes until we get to the register.
In the middle of us buying our stuff, the lady gets to the head of her line and I overhear the following.
Cashier: Can I see your ID please?
SC: Oh I left it at home. But you can trust me, I have one.
Cashier: I'm sorry, but I can't sell this to you without an ID or some proof that you're authorized.
SC: Well that's just ridiculous! The gate-guard told me you'd let me buy this!
Cashier: Well ma'am, I don't know why he'd say that. It's common knowledge that you need an ID to purchase anything on base.
SC: He told me I could! So you have to honor that!
Cashier: ...um...no I don't...he doesn't work here.
SC: I've never been treated so poorly in my life! My baby is home DYING of pneumonia and you won't sell me this F***ING vaporizer for her??? You baby killer!!
Then she threw the vaporizer on the counter and stormed toward the door. Then she caught sight of me, standing with my mouth open and staring in horror at her and she screamed at me "YOU'RE ALL A BUNCH OF BABY KILLING NAZIS!!!eleventy!!" and then burst into tears and ran from the store.
Everybody stood for a few moments just staring at the door, then the cashier started laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of the woman.
It was quite an eventful evening.
Now only authorized patrons (ie military members and their dependents) can buy anything at the BX. You have to show your ID before the cashier will ring anything up. Because I'm in Germany, they're very strict about this. They don't want us buying things really cheap on base then selling them to Germans for a profit. Recently some airman got himself arrested because he was running a really big scam of this sort, so the base is really watching everybody right now.
So anyway, my husband looks like a deer caught in the headlights, doesn't know what to do. So I say "I'm sorry, but we really can't do that." She pleads, repeats her sob story about the sick baby. I stand my ground, being very polite and apologetic (and wondering how she even got on base without an ID).
Then she turned mean. She started telling me I was an evil person and I hated babies and should be ashamed of myself and she hopes I get hit by a car
So my husband steps in and tells her that she needs to leave this line now or he will have to make her leave. She stalks over to the next line and glares at me for 15 minutes until we get to the register.
In the middle of us buying our stuff, the lady gets to the head of her line and I overhear the following.
Cashier: Can I see your ID please?
SC: Oh I left it at home. But you can trust me, I have one.
Cashier: I'm sorry, but I can't sell this to you without an ID or some proof that you're authorized.
SC: Well that's just ridiculous! The gate-guard told me you'd let me buy this!
Cashier: Well ma'am, I don't know why he'd say that. It's common knowledge that you need an ID to purchase anything on base.
SC: He told me I could! So you have to honor that!
Cashier: ...um...no I don't...he doesn't work here.
SC: I've never been treated so poorly in my life! My baby is home DYING of pneumonia and you won't sell me this F***ING vaporizer for her??? You baby killer!!
Then she threw the vaporizer on the counter and stormed toward the door. Then she caught sight of me, standing with my mouth open and staring in horror at her and she screamed at me "YOU'RE ALL A BUNCH OF BABY KILLING NAZIS!!!eleventy!!" and then burst into tears and ran from the store.
Everybody stood for a few moments just staring at the door, then the cashier started laughing at the sheer ridiculousness of the woman.
It was quite an eventful evening.
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