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I was shopping at the grocery store by my apartment and was getting ready to check out. As a bit of side information, I CANNOT seem to check out without some sort of problem happening at the register I'm at with a customer ahead of me. It doesn't matter where I am, I can't check out without the register freezing, the customer forgetting their wallet, items not ringing up properly, you get the idea.
Well today, it was a group of three girls who looked about my age attempting to buy those gross wine cooler things. Now, I'm twenty, and these girls looked like they could have been maybe a year or two younger. They acted like five year-olds. Naturally, the cashier asks for ID.
ST1: Silly Twat 1
ST2: Silly Twat 2
ST3: You get the idea.
C: Cashier
Me:
ST1: Sure! Here you go! *forks over ID pleasantly enough*
C: Sorry, but I need all three ID's.
ST2: But she's the one paying!
ST3: Yeah! Why do we have to show OURS?
C: Because you're obviously all here together, so I need to check all three.
ST3: Well I don't have mine.
ST2: Me either. It's out in the car.
C: Well, I can save this for you while you go out to the car and get them, then.
ST1: This is so stupid! If I'm paying, why can't you just take my ID?
Me: *has had enough at this point* She's already explained why once. It's not her fault you're too stupid to understand. Go get the ID's or leave.
The girls get all huffy and puffy and just kind of stare at me. What? Never had someone call you on your shit before? Neat.
ST1: Fine! We'll go get it somewhere else! *flounces off with the rest of the silly twat trio* (yes, I like the word twat. it makes me giggle)
Me: Finally. *smiles at the cashier* How're you today?
C: Infinitely better, thank you!
Me: I'm a cashier in the next town over and I hate it when people get all pissy about being asked for ID. First time I've been able to say something back
C: I know! *finishes up with my order in a few moments* Have a great day!
Me: You, too!
Yeah, on reflection I maybe shouldn't have said anything, but it really pisses me off when people act as though because they know they're twenty-one, no one else needs to see their ID. Well I'm sorry. You ARE the droids I'm looking for and thus I DO need to see your identification. Only once you've given me that may you move along, thank you.
Well today, it was a group of three girls who looked about my age attempting to buy those gross wine cooler things. Now, I'm twenty, and these girls looked like they could have been maybe a year or two younger. They acted like five year-olds. Naturally, the cashier asks for ID.
ST1: Silly Twat 1
ST2: Silly Twat 2
ST3: You get the idea.
C: Cashier
Me:
ST1: Sure! Here you go! *forks over ID pleasantly enough*
C: Sorry, but I need all three ID's.
ST2: But she's the one paying!
ST3: Yeah! Why do we have to show OURS?
C: Because you're obviously all here together, so I need to check all three.
ST3: Well I don't have mine.
ST2: Me either. It's out in the car.
C: Well, I can save this for you while you go out to the car and get them, then.
ST1: This is so stupid! If I'm paying, why can't you just take my ID?
Me: *has had enough at this point* She's already explained why once. It's not her fault you're too stupid to understand. Go get the ID's or leave.
The girls get all huffy and puffy and just kind of stare at me. What? Never had someone call you on your shit before? Neat.
ST1: Fine! We'll go get it somewhere else! *flounces off with the rest of the silly twat trio* (yes, I like the word twat. it makes me giggle)
Me: Finally. *smiles at the cashier* How're you today?
C: Infinitely better, thank you!
Me: I'm a cashier in the next town over and I hate it when people get all pissy about being asked for ID. First time I've been able to say something back
C: I know! *finishes up with my order in a few moments* Have a great day!
Me: You, too!
Yeah, on reflection I maybe shouldn't have said anything, but it really pisses me off when people act as though because they know they're twenty-one, no one else needs to see their ID. Well I'm sorry. You ARE the droids I'm looking for and thus I DO need to see your identification. Only once you've given me that may you move along, thank you.
Yeah, I've never understood why people refuse ID. Unless they are committing a crime of course! I appreciate that it can be annoying if your sixty with a bald head and a flowing grey beard, but the cashier is just doing their job, and bitching and whining about it won't change anything...until the spineless manager comes down and lets them buy anyway...
"I can't abide those SCs. Disgusting creatures!"
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