[Image Description: Background is several triangles in a circle like a pie alternating from true red, scarlet and black. A robin is sitting on his perch looking to the right.
[Top Text: “CUSTOMER BUYING ALCOHOL.”
Bottom Text: “GETS MAD WHEN YOU ASK FOR ID.”]
Okay, I know this kinda sounds generic, but there’s a bit of a story to go with it.
At the beginning of the month, grocery stores started selling liquor around here, including the one I work out. While our sales have been really great, we have to be really careful who we sell it to, and have to remember to ask for ID, as a few people have gotten into trouble for not doing so.
I’m a really bad judge of age (especially around here, hardly anyone looks their age), so I tend to ID nearly everyone unless it’s painfully obvious they’re old enough to buy it. Mostly, people are surprised or flattered, but the occasional unhappy customer slips through, usually with comments of “I’m old enough to be your father/grandfather!”
So, you’re getting mad at me for covering my butt and doing my job? Customer logic confounds me sometimes.
We have to ID everyone at our store and people get so fucking furious about it and its just like, fuck you, dude. I’m just doing my job.