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Sep. 1st, 2007 03:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
ladylucklessI was off buying party supplies for tonight's shindig and everything was going as planned until I get to the checkout. Like all grocery stores on Saturday it was fairly busy and a rather long line. I wanted to make this go as fast as possible so I fished out my debit card, my Bashas card and my State ID (as I was buying booze). When I hand the Bashas card and ID over to the clerk he says that he doesn't think he can sell me the rum because I don't have an actual Driver's license. Me and the next three people in line explain to him that since it it a valid state ID with my picture and birth date ect that he can use it to confirm when I was born and that I am old enough to buy booze.
He insists that we are all wrong. He goes to the next checkout counter the hassle the clerk there about the "problem" with my ID. She tells him that there is no problem and that he can sell me the booze. He doesn't believe her. He then calls a manager to have her come look at my driving permit to prove it's not valid. She tells him to just sell me the booze and stop holding up the line. He finally sells me the booze, and after the manager is out of earshot tells me that I'm lucky that they didn't know the laws as well as he did and to not expect to buy alcohol from his store ever again. Unless I get an actual license that is.
I very nearly hauled the manager back there to have her reprimand him. Oh, so close. But since I had what I came for and the poor people in the rest of the line had other things to do with their Saturday I didn't. A part of me regrets it.
He insists that we are all wrong. He goes to the next checkout counter the hassle the clerk there about the "problem" with my ID. She tells him that there is no problem and that he can sell me the booze. He doesn't believe her. He then calls a manager to have her come look at my driving permit to prove it's not valid. She tells him to just sell me the booze and stop holding up the line. He finally sells me the booze, and after the manager is out of earshot tells me that I'm lucky that they didn't know the laws as well as he did and to not expect to buy alcohol from his store ever again. Unless I get an actual license that is.
I very nearly hauled the manager back there to have her reprimand him. Oh, so close. But since I had what I came for and the poor people in the rest of the line had other things to do with their Saturday I didn't. A part of me regrets it.
