alcohol for minors.

[kroshka]

Eighteen (maybe) with makeup on. Fourteen with bare skin and no hills. That's how I look to general population. My parents still think I'm five years old. But this is not about them. This is not even about general population. This is about a specific brand within our general population: alcohol-selling cashiers at your local grocery stores.

One of these creatures was having a bad day. Or maybe a bad hour. Or maybe that's just her personality. But she wasn't happy to see a face of a smiling fourteen year old with a bottle of vodka and a six-pack of Corona.

Cashier: "I.D.?"

Don't you love when they ask you a question without actually asking you a question! I usually enjoy the little toss-and-turn with a friendly cashier and say "yes." This time was no different. Why is it so hard to say, "please show me your i.d.?" Ok, maybe I'm just being picky. Not the point.

I handed her my driver's license. Without looking, she asked what my middle initial was.

"why?"

Cashier:"because I need it, what's your middle initial?"

"why?"

Cashier:" because I need to verify that you are..you. What's your middle initial?"

"why?" (I wish at that point she'd at least take a look at my driver's license.

Cashier: "just tell me your middle initial."

"why?"

Cashier (irritated) : "because I NEED to see it. If you claim to be older than 21 years old, I need to verify you've at leat bothered to memorize your middle initial" (the line behind me is getting anxious. At that point, I didn't care about the line behind me. All I care about is her attitude, which is growing worse by the minute and is really her own damn fault.

We've gone through the "what's your middle initial/why?" routine a few more times and it didn't get old. In fact, I enjoyed it.

When she threatened to call the manager, I reminded her that it's a good idea to LOOK at the I.D. before asking question. This time it was her who asked WHY.

"Because my middle name is Yakovlevna and my middle initial is the letter Y. I've been saying this over and over and over again. All you had to do was actually LOOK at the damn I.D. to get that from the first try."

The line behind me begins to giggle. Soon, everyone is roaring with laughter. The cashier hands me my liquor and charges my credit card.

"Out of curiosity, how old are you?" I hear from the back of the line.

"Twenty eight," I respond and leave the store.

 

[priyankaa.p]

Jan. 18, 2010 at 2:48 AM

hahahaah .......

[lighthousema24]

Jan. 18, 2010 at 6:41 AM

ROFL!!!! Thank you! Your story has really started my day off with a chuckle!

[CloudWeaver]

Jan. 18, 2010 at 7:38 AM

LOL

Have a great day!:)