Way back in the Stone Age, my father had a notion it would be a good idea if I learned a trade. So after we talked about it, he signed me up for this jicky mail-order locksmith course. I only completed a few “lessons.” The whole thing was pretty much a joke. But they did send me this nifty ID for which I could type in the info myself, add my photo and have it laminated. I filled in that I was of legal age even though I was 15. (Legal age in Texas at the time was 18.) It looked fake as hell, but bars and liquor stores accepted it. This was long before the authorities cracked down on that sort of thing.
Back when I lived in Massoftwoshits, they changed the tobacco law, you had to look 27 to buy smokes, but only 25 to buy beer. So, I toss up my beer, she rings it up, and I ask for a pack of smokes, and NOW she needs to see my ID, because I obviously look over 21, but not 18.
In Vegas and this also happened at FoxWoods. My GF is playing slots and I’m sitting there looking bored watching her pull the handle looking at the short skirted waitress’s trying to get a free beer. Security guard comes over and asks me if my GF is 21. WTF? And twice on two sides of the country.
Out here in New Mexico, you have to have an ID on you, period. If you’re 65, buy beer, and the cops check, and the 65 year old doesn’t have ID, the seller gets in trouble. Stupid, but that’s the way it is.
So, when I moved out here, my rent was to simply buy the beer. I always bought it at the same grocery store, 4-5 days a week. I still had my Massoftwoshits license.
There was this one cashier, personality of a stump, and a bit of a wicked bitch. I always took her line, even if it was busy, she always carded me. And she always took my license over to the customer service desk and grabbed the ID book, then took about 15 minutes to look through it, pissing everybody off behind me. Then she would page the manager to double check it and make sure my ID was good.
This went on for about 3 months, 15-20 minutes every damn time, 3-4 days a week. The first 2 times I was aggravated, then it just became funny, and the beer tasted SO MUCH better afterwards. The manager’s were getting pissed off. They knew who I was, they knew I had a valid ID.
I spread out my beer buying power after she miraculously wasn’t there anymore. My slight little bit of devious fun and somebody had to ruin it.
One last one, Daytona Beach, spring break. Go to the beer store, 3 of us, big sign saying “EVERYBODY MUST SHOW ID”. We get our dirt cheap Busch light and MeisterBrau (Mister Beer). The clerk says I need to see SOMEBODY’S ID. So Thad, (name not changed to incriminate the guilty) gave the clerk his ID. The clerk grabbed it, turned his head to his left, our right, put the ID where he could have seen it had he not turned his head, handed it back and then turned his head back and said “thank you”.
The good old days.
Ooh, that reminds me of the time I really pissed someone off. I carded a woman who looked older than 18, but younger than 30, for cigarettes. She questioned me on it, and I told her store policy was to card anyone who looked under 30. Then the next woman in line (who had heard the whole conversation) also asked for cigarettes. She looked over 30 (I thought) so I didn’t card her. She says “I’m only 28!” She was … not happy.
I joined the Reserves at 17 and had a military ID. Back in the 80s, the birthday was on the back in military format:
18FEB2011 instead of February 18, 2011
I would go into bars. They would ask for ID. I give them my military ID. 3 results:
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Someone actually found the birthday, did the math, and told me no. I never gave a false ID.
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Someone could not find the birthday, let me in.
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Someone just looked at the military ID, and let me in. Sometimes with a joke of “you can carry the M16, you can have a beer”
#3 was pretty much the attitude of the bartenders in the Corporal’s & Private’s Mess when I also joined the Reserves at 17. If you were old enough to wear the uniform, you were old enough to drink. (Anyone not in uniform got carded, however.)
Yeah I’ve had some ID troubles before (both as a Cashier and someone trying to buy) the one that still gets me is when I was 19 or 20 at the time I was (trying to) buying cigarettes for a friend’s Mother(she don’t want to go out and got excited when I told her I was over 18.) so I was getting them and of course (I look young) the cashier ask for my ID. I give it to him and he says “No, your under 18.” and I look at him like** what**. He repeats “Your under 18 it says it right here.” pointing at the yellow bar then hands me my ID back.
now to explain I live in Illinois and they the vertical IDs for anyone under 21 with the red and yellow bars on the side saying(red one) Under 21 until <01-01-12> and (yellow one) Under 18 until <01-01-10> . Now when you turn 18 you still have both bar on your ID they DO NOT remove the yellow one, but apparently the cashier thought so and won’t actually READ my ID considering even the bar notes (so my friend and I just left and went to another Mini-mart).
Although I have gone back to that store, but can’t seem to find that cashier mmm…:dubious:
Like I’d trust an ID provided by Veronica Mars. She went through like three fakes a season!
I’m 41, and look close to it.
I used to go into this store and buy cigarettes and never was carded. When I decided to quit smoking, I went into the same store to buy the patches, and got carded.
I asked why I didn’t get carded for smokes before, but now for patches. The answer: Store policy - nicotine is a controlled drug.
Uhm…yea, ok.
Dave,
Lynn works for the dope, sits at the right hand of the perfect master and has such godlike powers as to make herself a custom title. Nay, not a custom byline, a custom title, as in not Guest or Charter Member nor even Moderator. Poking her with a stick is not advisable and is contraindicated.
With regard to her employment history, many of us here are or were of humble means. Congratulations on your lavish salary and fame though. That you evaluate people by their incomes surely says very nice things about your ego, social skills and judgement.
While she’s likely way too humble to go shouting “Hey, do you know who you’re talking to?!”, others enjoying the benefits of her administration here would probably like you to show a little respect.
If we were in the pit I’d tell you where to shove it.
Are you denying that **Lynn **has held an interesting range of jobs, or that she has more than once mentioned her digestive problems, both in passing and in detail? Or that it would indeed be hard to ignore her?
Not sure exactly what you’re objecting to.
No Offense, but just telling you from a Cashier/supermarket point of view. They probably had to have that policy in forced for many reasons. Like they(cashiers) have sold liquor to someone underage who had an out-of-state DL(which can make both the store and the cashier loses their liquor/BASSET license and the cashier can ,and most likely lose their job pulse have to pay fines.[also the store will most likely sell out the cashier to save them selfs]) and possible one of the ways for the Supermarket to keep their liquor license they have to agree to not accept out-of state DLs or usually whatever they think with prevent it from happening again. Else wise that store won’t sell any liquor (of any kind):eek:
I got carded while buying beer with my groceries. I was 47 at the time.
When I gave the clerk my ID he looked at it then pulled out a calculator.
The last time I got carded I was 45. I pointed to the 24-year-old across the table and said,“He’s my son.” I still had to dig out my license.
Damn, he’s good. You don’t even remember giving him a carton of Luckys.
For free.
And a Yoo-Hoo.
This is kind of understandable. Kristen Bell is roughly my age (I think she’s a few months older), but even now that she’s 30 she still looks like the kid sister of someone my age as opposed to someone who is my age.
Me, too! I’m 41.
I said, “That’s root beer.”
“Oh.”
Last year in a college town bar:
Him: Can I see your ID?
Me (I’m 48): How old are you?
Him: I’m 25.
Me: I’m old enough to be your father. (Shows him my ID)
Him: You’re looking pretty good for 48.
Me: Thanks. I should practically be dead by now.
Him: Yeah.
Other than that, I can’t remember the last time I got carded.
Thank you for giving me the first big laugh of the day!
But, seriously, they don’t have that little calendar that tells them what date and year you must have been born before? I can see hiring someone who can’t do math very well, but not without making sure they don’t need to do any actual math.
I lived with a guy from germany when I was in grad school - he was buying beer at the grocery store and gave the clerk his international driver’s license and she asked if he had another ID. He showed her his German passport, at which point she asked if he had an American passport
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This was me, except that I was happy to buy other people beer and cigs for a small fee. I’ve never been carded; I always looked old enough, I suppose.