Saturday, June 14, 2014

The Joys Of Carding People...

 It seems like its been forever since I wrote, I would love to say the reason why is because I've been so busy, but no, I'm just to lazy to write nowadays, although I have been somewhat busy studying for my GED (yay me!). Anyhow...

 The other day this guy came in, I've seen him probably ten times within a year in a half. I remember the first time I saw him he bought a pack of cigarettes, so I carded him, he looked like he was barely old enough to buy cigarettes, if I remember correctly I was right, I think he was born in 1995. After that I didn't need to card him anymore, for the most part once I card someone just one time I remember them after that, but this guy stood out to me in particular because he actually once more or less asked me out with a cheesy line...       "Hey, do you guys have any dates?"
       I looked at him and answered
      "Um, yeah they should be right over there"
       I started to point to the aisle they were in, but before extend my arm all the way towards the direction he replies,
     "Cause I sure would want to go out on one with you".
      I don't remember what I said after that, but I felt pretty stupid not realizing he didn't actually want to know where the dates were, but an understandable mistake, I'm pretty sure most people wouldn't have realized it either.
    Anyway as I was saying he came in the other day, this time he tried to buy a 20 Oz bottle of Miller Genuine Draft, and a pack of L&M menthol 100's. I knew he wasn't old enough for the beer.
    "Can I see you ID?" I said as soon as he set his beer down. He wasn't happy... 
    "I don't have my ID, I left it at home. I'll show it to you next time." 
    Yeah, right. I thought, as often as you come in you'll forget next time. 
   "No I can't. I need to see your ID now to sell it to you."
   "Come on, I come in here all the time!" 
    Uh yeah I know how little you come in, trust me I work five days a week, 40 hours, for the most part I know who comes in a lot and who doesn't...
   "Yeah I know, but I have never sold you alcohol, I know your old enough for the cigarettes, but for the alcohol, I gotta see your ID." He still wasn't happy.
   "Please, I'll show you my ID next time I come in, I promise."
    I look at him dead straight, I picked up the bottle of Miller and said with a half smile.
   "Until  then." I slowly moved the beer over to the other side of the register. "I can sell you the cigarettes I know your old enough, what type did you say you want?"
   At this point he knows I'm not selling him the beer no matter how much he asks me to, I was set on seeing his ID.
  "L&M menthol 100's" he says in a low voice that sounded like he was very annoyed, looking at him I could see the annoyance in his face, but you know what, I didn't care.
   Maybe I remember his age wrong but still I'm not gonna take that chance. If I get caught selling alcohol to someone under 21 I could get up to a $500 fine. Um, yeah its not worth it.
  "I'll show it to you next time." He continues.
  "Okay." I say with a smile on my face. I don't want him to think I'm mad because I wasn't. I was just doing my job.
   Here's the thing if you don't have your ID and some one cards you, they are only doing their jobs, they're not just asking to be jerks, don't get uptight with them, chances are they can't afford a $500 fine...


                                                                                                                                                  6-13-2014

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