I am twenty-two. I do not have a driver's license (my eyesight is horrible), but I do have a valid state ID, and I enjoy the occasional alcoholic beverage.
There is a conveniant store/gas station (Speedway) where I buy the aforementioned beer. On this particular evening, my aunt, who is driving me, sends me in to pick up two packs of cigarettes for her. I grab my six pack and head to the counter. Most of the evening shift clerks are on a familiar basis with me and don't even bother asking for identification now, but I'd only seen this guy a couple times before, so I understand why he needed to see it.
He did not, however, need to tell me I should get it updated, because it was still vertical (its still vertical because I can't drive, dummy).
I ignore it and tell him I need two packs of (particular brand) of cigarettes. His response? "No, you don't." And stands there for a few seconds, staring at me, before finally getting them.
He tells me my total. I reach into my pocket for my crumpled up money. Its wadded up badly, so I try to make it a little neater, but when I hand it to him, its still kind of rough looking. He shakes his head, spends about fifteen seconds smoothing it out, to no avail, and asks me, "What did you do to it?"
This isn't necessarily bad service, true. From what I understand this is common decorum from this particular guy.
I went grocery shopping this afternoon. There was a guy bagging my groceries as the cashier was scanning them. The guy kept staring at me and then very obviously leaned over and looked at my feet. He said, "You have pretty feet." Mind you, I was wearing my $3 pair of WalMart flip-flops and it's been a while since I've done a pedicure. My index toe is longer than my big toe and I've always thought that was really weird. I have some mosquito bites on them also, since I live in a town where the mosquitoes are bigger than your head and twice as aggressive. But seriously, who says that? I just said, "Thanks" and did my best to ignore the foot-staring until I was done.
Second wtf, as reported to me by my husband:
While I was grocery shopping, he went to Home Depot to pick up a few items. As he was checking out, he saw a sign that said, "Thanks for serving our country! 10% discount for all active military members, retirees, reservists, and veterans." As my husband is a veteran, he asked if he could get the discount. The cashier replied that he could, as long as he had his valid military ID. *facepalm*
ETA Cashier did tell him that "valid" meant "not expired."
ETA again OK, apparently an expired ID is still a valid form of ID for some things, but it still doesn't excuse the cashier for not knowing that. And making comments about people's feet is still weird.
So, I was a joint-enrollment (senior hs year at college) student at a local (an hours drive away) college. I was taking all of my classes, however, at a satellite campus about 15 min. from my house. So, I go up on my only trip all semester to the main campus to buy my textbooks. Now, bear in mind that I'm young; I don't have my own credit card. So, I bring my Dad's card.
After standing in a long, long line (first week of classes), I finally make it up to the register with my armload of six textbooks. The register woman rings them up and asks for my card. I give her my father's card. She tells me she can't take someone else's card from me, unless she receives written permission. Do note there was no sign ANYWHERE informing me of this. So, I pull out my ID and say, "Look, we have the same last name. It's my Dad's card." She refuses to let me use it and gives me a look that screams for me to get moving. So, I ask for the fax number to the store, call my father, wait in the long-ass line again, and finally am able to make a purchase.
This was really obnoxious, but I could have stolen it from my father, so it was far less suck than the next time.
Now that I'm aware of the 'need written permission to use another's card' rule, I get my father to write me a permission slip- omg- and sign it. I go to the bookstore, get my books, and eventually get up to the register. I give the woman his card and the slip after she rings me up, only to hear, "I can't take your card. The written permission needs to be faxed directly." To which I respond, "Look. We have the same last name, and the signature on the note matches the signature on the back of his debit card." But to no avail. I have to have him fax permission yet again.
I get that these places have rules, but it gets a bit ridiculous when the signatures on the NOTE and CARD match, I have a matching last name, and you STILL won't let me buy. I mean, come on!