I worked night shift the other night when this punk came in. He wanted to buy cigarettes so I ID'ed him. Naturally, he didn't have it on him.
Like they all do, he starts telling me that he comes in here all the time.
So he starts looking around and sees my husband-to-be (who happened to be just visiting) sitting near the register. He's like 'You remember me, dude, right? You see me in here all the time.'
I politely informed him that my husband-to-be doesn't even work there, and all he said was 'Oh.' So he storms out, and of course, peeled away in his car.
Why do people do this? Do they think that squealing their tires will scare me or something? Am I going to poop my pants in fear that this guy may come back?
To all the underage teens out there: I don't give a fuck who you are, how many times you come in the store, or even that you turned 18 yesterday. If you don't have your ID, get out of my store and go bother someone else.