I.D. Good to see.

I'm lucky because I don't have to work with minors. Every so often, one or two will try to bluff their way in, but where is that not going to happen honestly? On the other hand, I work with adults so I really can't blame stupid behavior upon them not knowing any better. Oh well, lack of plausible excuses for their actions provides me with a clear field to invoke the consequences of those actions.

It's fairly aggravating when I ask folks for ID and have them react as if I am harassing them. The store is age regulated. It's a state law thing, we've no control over whether we want to enforce it or not. If you look young to me, there is no reason at all for you to not expect me to card. You want to pay with a credit card? You better be ready to back it up.

Personally, I couldn't care less if you find it inconvenient or not. Where my arse is on the line, your convenience takes a distant second. It isn't as if police agencies don't run sting operations to see if they can get a clerk to sell to a minor. It isn't as if cards aren't stolen. My heart bleeds purple peanut-butter for you, but I have better things to do than jail, fines, and fraudulent charges.

A novel little variation to those annoyed with having to provide me with proof of age/identity are those who have somehow forgotten it. When this happens, it's like I just pulled the pin. In many cases, the person "forgetting" their ID is young. Odds are excellent they were trying to slip by, they get caught, and they leave to attempt their deception upon some other clerk elsewhere. In a few cases, I'll have asked someone behaving in an immature or sketchy manner for ID. Most of the time, it's a nice subtle way to tell them to behave themselves. That is until one of them claims to not have ID or refuses to show it. The light-hearted hijinks continue since they never seem to believe that they have to be able to provide ID upon request. They have the right to wander my store, but I don't have the right to enforce any rules upon them. Yep. That flies like a Concorde without a windscreen.