I had this happen to me when I was 20, buying some cigarettes. Some of it is well remembered, some of it not so much after a couple of decades.
I went to the convenience store next to where I worked that I went to nearly every night to pick up a couple of packs on my way home. They had a new person working that night.
I went to the counter with my 12 pack of mountain dew, and asked for 2 packs of Kamel Reds.
She gives me a dirty look, and asks for ID. This is when I first noticed that this was not one of the people that I had dealt with on numerous occasions before.
I say, “Certainly.” and I pull it our and hand it to her. She looks at it, looks at me, and says, “This isn’t your ID. There’s no way that you are 20.”
I say, “Yes, it is my ID. I live at #### like is says on there.” Thinking that confirming my address would give some reason to believe me.
She says, “I can sell you the pop, but not the cigarettes.” I say, “Fine, I’ll just go somewhere else.” and I hold out my hand for my ID.
She puts it in the drawer, closes it, and says, “No, you’re not getting this back.”
Well, now I’m in a bit of a bind. She’s got my ID, and I kinda need it. If nothing else, I probably will be carded when I go somewhere else, and I was very low on smokes, not to mention being rather uncomfortable with the idea of operating my motor vehicle without having my license on me.
I tell her I’m not leaving without it. If she doesn’t want to make a sale, that is one thing, but I will not leave until she returns my ID. To this, she says “Okay.” then walks away and proceeds to ignore me. (This is nearly 2 in the morning, so I’m the only one in the store.)
Now, I’m actually a bit angry at the position that she has put me in, so I raise my voice a bit, telling her that she is not going to blow me off like this, and that she needs to return my property. At this, she now threatens to call the police, to which I agree is a great idea, I tell her that they can come down here, sort this out, and when they do, they are going to give me my ID back, and I am going to ask them if there is anything we can charge her with for her theft of my property.
So, she calls the police, and, while glaring at me, says that I am trespassing, and won’t leave, even after she has asked me to. I suppose this gets the police there faster than if it’s just a dispute over an ID.
I walk outside at this, and go sit in my car until the cop shows up. He doesn’t look all that amused, and I see him walk inside and start talking to the clerk. At this point, I exit my car, and re-enter the building. He turns as I enter, and asks, “Are you the one that she called about?”
“I guess”, I answer. “She took my ID, and won’t give it back. I can’t leave without it.”
“She said that she told you to leave, and you refused, is this true?”
“Ummm, no. The first time she said anything about me needing to leave was when she called you guys, and told you that she had told me to leave. Before that, when I told her that I wasn’t going to leave without the ID that she took from me, she was ignoring me and refusing to respond to my request that she return my property.”
“I just need her to return my ID, and I will leave, and probably never shop here again.”
So, he asks her to hand over the ID, which she does, while looking at me smugly. The cop looks at it, looks at me, asks my address and my birthdate, and then hands it back to me.
I thank him, ask him if there is anything else he needs from me. He says no, so I head home, stopping on my way home at a slightly less convenient store to pick up my much needed (especially at this point) nicotine injection tubes.
All in all, it took a bit less than an hour.
I didn’t hold to my vow to not shop there again, as I never saw her again. I talked to some of the other clerks, and they weren’t sure what happened with her, but she wasn’t working there anymore.