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so, we have to be strict about checking id's at work, right? so get this- this couple comes up, separate transactions, the girl looks younger than 30, so i ask for her ID. one of the corners is clipped. i asked for the paperwork from the dmv (all of this is store policy and law)... she says its in her car... so the spouse intervenes. this 30 ish graphic designer-looking guy.
"her id is valid"
i say- "no it's not"
"yes it is"
no it's not"
i keep telling him, i dont really take any pleasure in having to ask for this proof all day long, especially when it leads to conversations like this.
and he says-"america sucks"
i turn red. what the fuck does that have to do with me? fucker must make at least 4 times as much as me.
they walk out to grab her paperwork.... i continue ringing people through... we start to get a line... he comes back, butts to the front, with her paperwork in hand, shows it to me, "here. now it's valid"
i pretend to ignore him, and ring her through.
i say,"this really isnt personal (because it wasn't), it s the law (not that i care about the law, but i have to do my job, especially under surveillance)."
"whatever"
he brings his order up. shoves it in my face. "here. this is valid."
"you should pick your battles"
"i m picking it right now"
"you lost." and i took his bottle and put it behind my register. "you can talk to a manager, i don't care, but you re not going to talk to me like this anymore, and i m not selling you anything"
"fine let me see the manager"
i go grab terry (the manager), and explain the situation. he comes to the register, and says, "do you want this liquor? if you do, stop acting like a jerk and be quiet and pay and go, if not, leave"
and he left.
bless you terry. bless your heart. i knew i could ve totally fucked my job by saying what i did, but it was too much for me. and he stood behind me, no questions. this must ve happened before.
i was letting it bother me, i know i shouldnt have, but i fucking hate liberal ignorance, as much, if not more than conservative malarkey. and i had it smacked in my face today.
then later some native american(i mention this for a reason) dude comes in, cant find his ID, but has his papers... i tell him if he has another photo id, i might consider taking his papers, if they are valid... he cant find it...
... he comes back-"here it is"
its clipped. fuck!...
i check his papers, they re too fucking old.
"cant take this"
he argues...
i explain
arguing continues...
he starts walking away, he forgot his 20 on the table.
"dont forget your money"
he yanks it from my hand, "man, it's because i m indian, aint it!?!?!?"
i was bewildered that all this had happened...
but i got to go the blackthorns, and it was fun to see people i like. but revolver modele still SUCK.
i talked to this co worker of mine for the longest time, she is so much fun, and bitchy... i TOTALLY have a crush on her now.
fuck. fuck. fuck you all.
not you guys, though.
"her id is valid"
i say- "no it's not"
"yes it is"
no it's not"
i keep telling him, i dont really take any pleasure in having to ask for this proof all day long, especially when it leads to conversations like this.
and he says-"america sucks"
i turn red. what the fuck does that have to do with me? fucker must make at least 4 times as much as me.
they walk out to grab her paperwork.... i continue ringing people through... we start to get a line... he comes back, butts to the front, with her paperwork in hand, shows it to me, "here. now it's valid"
i pretend to ignore him, and ring her through.
i say,"this really isnt personal (because it wasn't), it s the law (not that i care about the law, but i have to do my job, especially under surveillance)."
"whatever"
he brings his order up. shoves it in my face. "here. this is valid."
"you should pick your battles"
"i m picking it right now"
"you lost." and i took his bottle and put it behind my register. "you can talk to a manager, i don't care, but you re not going to talk to me like this anymore, and i m not selling you anything"
"fine let me see the manager"
i go grab terry (the manager), and explain the situation. he comes to the register, and says, "do you want this liquor? if you do, stop acting like a jerk and be quiet and pay and go, if not, leave"
and he left.
bless you terry. bless your heart. i knew i could ve totally fucked my job by saying what i did, but it was too much for me. and he stood behind me, no questions. this must ve happened before.
i was letting it bother me, i know i shouldnt have, but i fucking hate liberal ignorance, as much, if not more than conservative malarkey. and i had it smacked in my face today.
then later some native american(i mention this for a reason) dude comes in, cant find his ID, but has his papers... i tell him if he has another photo id, i might consider taking his papers, if they are valid... he cant find it...
... he comes back-"here it is"
its clipped. fuck!...
i check his papers, they re too fucking old.
"cant take this"
he argues...
i explain
arguing continues...
he starts walking away, he forgot his 20 on the table.
"dont forget your money"
he yanks it from my hand, "man, it's because i m indian, aint it!?!?!?"
i was bewildered that all this had happened...
but i got to go the blackthorns, and it was fun to see people i like. but revolver modele still SUCK.
i talked to this co worker of mine for the longest time, she is so much fun, and bitchy... i TOTALLY have a crush on her now.
fuck. fuck. fuck you all.
not you guys, though.