So I'm working again. Ordinary Saturday, or so you'd think.
A mother who looks about 50 and her daughter who looks about 20ish, come through my line.
She had beer, which I scanned. So I ask for the daughter's ID too. Recently someone was busted selling to an underage customer, so we've all been more strict about carding. It's one of the FEW issues that Malmart will let you be strict about and back you as a cashier about.
This sets her off. "But it's my beer! You can't tell me that if she was 17 I couldn't buy it! And you can kiss my grits...blargleblargle..."
It's stuff like this that makes me very glad I plan to move out of the South soon.
A mother who looks about 50 and her daughter who looks about 20ish, come through my line.
She had beer, which I scanned. So I ask for the daughter's ID too. Recently someone was busted selling to an underage customer, so we've all been more strict about carding. It's one of the FEW issues that Malmart will let you be strict about and back you as a cashier about.
This sets her off. "But it's my beer! You can't tell me that if she was 17 I couldn't buy it! And you can kiss my grits...blargleblargle..."
It's stuff like this that makes me very glad I plan to move out of the South soon.
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