I thought I’d die laughing, but it wouldn’t have been worth the in-store safety investigation ordeal and the clutter of crime scene tape. Someone stubs a toe in a store, and Risk Management is all over it. Can you just imagine what might happen, if someone dropped to the floor in a veritable chuckle coma?
Still, sometimes life is just too darn funny.
This actually happened. In fact, it has occurred multiple times. (OK, don’t pull out a calculator and try to come up with a grand guzzling total. It’s not that kind of story.)
What’s the deal – when a store cashier asks for proof-of-age identification for a bottle or two of wine, even though the customer is having a raging hot flash on the spot? And what if said customer is also rummaging through her purse, trying to find her missing pair of reading glasses, which ironically seems to be perched on top of her own head?
Can’t we just assume this lady is chronologically eligible to make the purchase?
Yes, checkout staffer. Let’s save the six customers behind me some time. You can bet I am at least 21. Now, please just scan the ibuprofen and the calcium supplements, and I’ll be on my way.
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