Had nice lady come in, wants 12 pack of beer. Wants to pay with credit card. (Crap I think, belive it or not, the only people who hate more then showing ID for beer, are the people who need to show it for Credit Cards).
No problem she says. She shows it to me.
Names don't match. (Crap I'm thinking, now going to have a lady bitch at me for saying no).
She tells me its her boyfriend, but understands. She leaves, comes back momentary with her boyfriend, who shows his ID).
They both were cool with it.
I'm still in shock. I'm so used to people screaming, crying, throwing crap, making threats over ID, that.... to have people understand, and be cool with it, and even THANK me?
I'm... wow.
No problem she says. She shows it to me.
Names don't match. (Crap I'm thinking, now going to have a lady bitch at me for saying no).
She tells me its her boyfriend, but understands. She leaves, comes back momentary with her boyfriend, who shows his ID).
They both were cool with it.
I'm still in shock. I'm so used to people screaming, crying, throwing crap, making threats over ID, that.... to have people understand, and be cool with it, and even THANK me?
I'm... wow.

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