The other day I was working my usual 3rd shift. About 12:30 a young guy comes in wanting to buy 3 packs of cigarettes. I grab the cigarettes and ask for his ID. He hands me a piece of standard PRINTER PAPER with an ID photocopied onto it.
Me: I'm sorry, I can't take this as ID. Do you have something else?
SC: Uh, you kinda HAVE to take it. (I immediately realize that this is going to be fun!)
Me: No, I don't have to take it. It's not a valid ID, sir. I CAN'T take it.
SC: Okay, be right back.
He comes back about five minutes later with a woman who looks 25+. I'm really not sure why, she didn't say much to me and didn't even to buy the cigarettes for him or anything.
SC: Okay I want those Camels.
Me: Did you find some ID?
SC: THIS is my ID! *shoves printer paper at me again*
Me: I can't take that, sir.
SC: This is my ID and you have to take it! You have to sell me cigarettes!
Now the woman is sort of trying to get him to stop yelling, she knows he is out of bounds obviously.
SC: Sell me cigarettes.
Me: I can't.
SC: SELL ME CIGARETTES.
Me: I can't without valid ID.
SC: Where is your manager?
Me: It's 12:40 am sir, there is no manager on duty. I can't sell you cigarettes without a valid ID.
SC: *screaming* THIS IS MY ID!
Me: Sir I'm going to have to ask you to leave.
SC: I'M NOT LEAVING UNTIL YOU SELL ME CIGARETTES!
Me: I am not going to sell you cigarettes. Please leave.
SC: NO! YOU HAVE TO DO YOUR JOB!
Me: I am doing my job, sir. My job is to not sell cigarettes to people who don't have ID. I have asked you to leave and you refuse. I am going to call the police now.
SC: *more screaming*
I grabbed the phone and pretended to dial the police. No point in bothering the cops, these blustery types always run out the door if they think the police are coming.
SC: *running out door* I AM CALLING YOUR BOSS AND TELLING HIM YOU ARE A WORTHLESS EMPLOYEE!
Me: *yelling back from the side room* I AM AWESOME! GET OUT!
(There was nobody in the store but us or I wouldn't have yelled back)
Me: I'm sorry, I can't take this as ID. Do you have something else?
SC: Uh, you kinda HAVE to take it. (I immediately realize that this is going to be fun!)
Me: No, I don't have to take it. It's not a valid ID, sir. I CAN'T take it.
SC: Okay, be right back.
He comes back about five minutes later with a woman who looks 25+. I'm really not sure why, she didn't say much to me and didn't even to buy the cigarettes for him or anything.
SC: Okay I want those Camels.
Me: Did you find some ID?
SC: THIS is my ID! *shoves printer paper at me again*
Me: I can't take that, sir.
SC: This is my ID and you have to take it! You have to sell me cigarettes!
Now the woman is sort of trying to get him to stop yelling, she knows he is out of bounds obviously.
SC: Sell me cigarettes.
Me: I can't.
SC: SELL ME CIGARETTES.
Me: I can't without valid ID.
SC: Where is your manager?
Me: It's 12:40 am sir, there is no manager on duty. I can't sell you cigarettes without a valid ID.
SC: *screaming* THIS IS MY ID!
Me: Sir I'm going to have to ask you to leave.
SC: I'M NOT LEAVING UNTIL YOU SELL ME CIGARETTES!
Me: I am not going to sell you cigarettes. Please leave.
SC: NO! YOU HAVE TO DO YOUR JOB!
Me: I am doing my job, sir. My job is to not sell cigarettes to people who don't have ID. I have asked you to leave and you refuse. I am going to call the police now.
SC: *more screaming*
I grabbed the phone and pretended to dial the police. No point in bothering the cops, these blustery types always run out the door if they think the police are coming.
SC: *running out door* I AM CALLING YOUR BOSS AND TELLING HIM YOU ARE A WORTHLESS EMPLOYEE!
Me: *yelling back from the side room* I AM AWESOME! GET OUT!
(There was nobody in the store but us or I wouldn't have yelled back)
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