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  • Silly little underage boy

    If you are underage, and attempting to purchase an age-restricted product from a particular cashier (Me) at a particular store (My Store) on a particular day (Yesterday) DO NOT:

    * Return to the same store the next night
    * Attempting to purchase the same brand and flavour of age-restricted product
    * From the same cashier
    * Having made a pathetically half-assed attempt to conceal your identity
    * Proceed to argue with the cashier
    * Claiming you "buy them here all the time"
    * Constantly ask "but what about last time?"
    * When the cashier has customers waiting.

    IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT HAPPENED LAST TIME!!! You didn't get them last time either, because you didn't have I.D. You still don't have I.D. You LOOK very definitely underage (I know that doesn't always mean anything). Don't argue with me in the hope that I will cave. I am not losing my job and getting a huge fine just because you're too damn stupid to find a way around getting cigarettes when you're underage.



    As a side note, although I feel sad when I see people buying cigarretes on their 18th birthday (legal age to buy them is 18) is it bad that I love the smile on their face when I tell them Happy Birthday?

  • #2
    Reminds me of two similar incidents to that, from both sides of the coin. The first provides only a vague semblance, though it certainly illustrates the "impetuousness of youth":
    One day during high school I decided to play hooky. For some reason (possibly Simpsons-induced,) I figured the best thing to do would be to call me in sick by pretending to be my father. For starters, my dad is 50 years older than I am; he's also a psychiatrist. So here's me, age 16, calling the school pretending to be a 66-year old man of some esteem: "Hello, this is Dr. B; my son J is sick and will not be attending school today.
    Receptionist (shrewd lady): "This is who 'B'??"
    Me: "Uh, Doctor B..
    Receptionist: "Uh huh. Ok thanks."
    The jig was up. About 30 seconds later the real Dr. B got a phone call and a minute later we had a little chat. Career as a con man didn't pan out.

    Second incident, less funny, happened when I was working at a major alcohol retailer. The store I worked at was the single most profitable in the entire company, and as one might imagine they're extremely serious about checking ID's: Anyone who appears under 35 is to be carded. I could go on but suffice it to say that a clerk caught in one of the regular covert sting operations conducted by the sheriff's department is not only fired on the spot (something I actually witnessed) but potentially charged with a misdemeanor resulting in 32 hours of community service, and even brief imprisonment; and furthermore, the store's liquor license can be suspended or revoked which would of course be catastrophic.
    ~Anyway, the only identification considered valid (unless a very rare exception is made by the manager) is an IN-STATE (California) Driver's License/ID card, or a passport. I felt bad about turning away people with out-of-state driver's licenses and other credible but technically unacceptable forms of ID, but I had no choice. A few people tried using college ID's, which are pretty easy to refuse since they have n o b i r t h d a t e, but one guy really took the cake. I guess he was feeling a little anti-establishment that day because he tried passing off his Medical Marijuana Card as identification. It would have been one thing had he simply become frustrated with the rules and left, but I swear he was there for like 45 minutes and wouldn't take no for an answer -- taking this injustice up, briefly, as his cause célèbre. Here we are, we can't even take an Ohio State Driver's License, and the guy's desperately attempting to turn this into a political issue.
    (I even support Medical Marijuana, but I'm sorry: come back later with a temporary, certified state ID certificate and we'll be happy to sell you all the Hemp Ale you want!)

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    • #3
      Good god, I got minors all the time when I was still working in the cigarette store.

      I'd get kids in there that would ride up to the store on their pedal bikes who were obviously 12, asking for Prime Times. For those of you who don't know, Prime Times are flavored cigarillos that are favored by those who would prefer to not get grounded for smelling like cigarettes.

      Luckily, for the first 2.5 years I was working at the store, we didn't sell P.T.'s so I could easily turn them away without a fight for ID. And then once we did get them, the only people that wanted to buy them anymore were all (obviously) in their 60's.
      Last edited by CiggyStoreClerk; 06-13-2008, 12:09 PM. Reason: Italics didn't work first time around.

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      • #4
        You can't take an out-of-state driver's license? That seems a little strange. Is that a state law or corporate policy?
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        • #5
          Quoth AdminAssistant View Post
          You can't take an out-of-state driver's license? That seems a little strange. Is that a state law or corporate policy?
          Where I work we can not take an out of state ID either. Has to be a PA issued one. No military ones either.

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          • #6
            It just strikes me as odd. I haven't changed my residency, and neither have most of my friends. So when we all go to the bar, the bartenders/waitresses often remark that we're from all over the US (California, Pennsylvania, Texas, Tennessee, Louisiana, New York, Virginia, Arkansas, Georgia, and even Ontario.) There are usually more out-of-state ID's in the group than Kansas or Missouri ones.
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            • #7
              Way back when I lived in California, the clerk refused to sell me wine because my ID was from South Dakota, but she had no problem selling it to my husband who was obviously with me. It was a bit

              Recently, my in his 50's husband was carded for buying a cough suppressant which he was buying for me, but I wasn't the one paying. He was all day after that.

              The grocery store we usually go to has now started selling beer. The cashier told us she would have to card not only my husband, but me as well. We thought it was great!
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              • #8
                Quoth AdminAssistant View Post
                It just strikes me as odd. I haven't changed my residency, and neither have most of my friends. So when we all go to the bar, the bartenders/waitresses often remark that we're from all over the US (California, Pennsylvania, Texas, Tennessee, Louisiana, New York, Virginia, Arkansas, Georgia, and even Ontario.) There are usually more out-of-state ID's in the group than Kansas or Missouri ones.
                I was told it is because we can not tell if an out of state one is real or not since we see so few of them. Not sure if its "gas company" policy, the law, or just a policy my boss came up with

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                • #9
                  When I worked in CA, we had an ID guide in the store that supposedly showed every state's license and ID. The theory was that we could compare out-of-state ID's to the guide, and therefore spot fake ones. We were fairly close to a military base, so we would sometimes see out-of-state ID's.

                  But...according to that guide, my VERY VALID KY driver's license (hadn't gotten my CA one yet) was FAKE. The guide said the first 3 characters of the ID number were the first letter of your last name at the time you were originally licensed, and the 2-digit year you first got your license. The letter part was right, mine corresponded to my maiden name. However, I most certainly did not get my license when I was 12, as the next 2 digits would have suggested.
                  Last edited by wildcatgrrl; 06-13-2008, 04:23 PM.

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                  • #10
                    When I was 16 I had jet black hair cropped short, kind of like Snow White. That look didn't last long.
                    .
                    By the time I was 18 and could buy smokes, I had medium/long blonde hair. I was refused cigarettes a time or two.

                    Thankfully when I was 19 and needed to renew my license, I had a spray tan and blonder hair.....the only thing that clerks look at funny now is that I have blue contacts (that really contrast with my skin and my license has me with my natural brown eyes) and no longer have the Barbie blonde hair, now I have a more natural sandy blonde hair color.

                    Oh well....I suppose I could fork over the cash and go get a new license so I'd quit getting upset about clerks looking at me funny but I'm too lazy.
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                    • #11
                      It can't be law. By law, every state must give full credit to documents of other states. Corporate is much more likely, given the difficulty of validating licenses from across the country.
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                      • #12
                        Hehe, speaking of ID pictures.
                        My main ID is a picture of me with long, dark brown hair.
                        Shortly after it was taken, I then chopped my hair to just below my chin, got elementary-school style bangs and dyed them red, and streaked the rest of my hair blonde (oh, what a rebel I was )
                        Cue me trying to get into a bar. Keep in mind, my bangs had grown out a bit and were pretty much right in the middle of my eyes. Bouncer asks for my ID, I give him the card. He looks at the card, looks at me... Looks at the card, looks at me...
                        I realized what he was doing, so I lifted my bangs. He looks at my card again, looks at me and then gets this, "Ooooh! Ok! It is you!" and passes me through.

                        It was quite silly ^_^

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                        • #13
                          Quoth AdminAssistant View Post
                          It just strikes me as odd. I haven't changed my residency, and neither have most of my friends. So when we all go to the bar, the bartenders/waitresses often remark that we're from all over the US (California, Pennsylvania, Texas, Tennessee, Louisiana, New York, Virginia, Arkansas, Georgia, and even Ontario.) There are usually more out-of-state ID's in the group than Kansas or Missouri ones.
                          the company policies may have a lot to do with the, for lack of better word, context of the area... if it is a area with say a lot of students or tourists where they are likely to be seeing just as many out of state licenses as in state, if not more out of state then they'll probably accept it, if it's an area though were you get only one person per week from Ohio, it's the same person every week, and he looks suspiciously underage... then I can see such a policy being put in place.
                          Needless to say, having never lived outside of the touristy college towns/cities I still find it weird that some places don't accept out of state ID
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                          • #14
                            When I was just under legal age, there was this one gas station I could go to that *always* sold me cigs. No one there ever carded me.

                            But then there was the time a group of us were driving around and got pulled over. The officer checked all our ID's, and at that time I looked nothing like my picture. It showed me as purple eyed, no glasses and shoulder length black hair. The cop saw me with amber eyes, glasses and short spikey brown hair. He likely would have arrested me if my dad hadn't been a cop as well and verified my identity. I change my ID pics now.
                            What's going on? Where are we going? And why are we in this hand-basket!?!

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                            • #15
                              Is it weird that when I was young (like 10) my dad would send me to the store with his cigarette coupons and cash and buy his cigarettes for him? :P The cashiers always sold them to me too...

                              (For the record, my dad has a nasty case of rheumatoid arthritis and at the time he was in a lot of pain and couldn't get out much. Plus the cashiers knew me well enough and knew I wasn't buying them for myself...)

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