From The_Hiatus_Luv_U2, Tales From Retail:
Customer came to my job and told my manager and assistant manager that I had a bad attitude. She neglected to say exactly what I said or done.
Customer: Can I get that Black&Mild plastic tip?
Me: <grabs product and ring it up> May I see your ID, please?
Customer: 😕 .... What?
Me: Uhm, I need to see your ID for this product.
Customer: Girl! You know who I am. I come here everyday.
(I don't recognize this girl because I see hundred people a day.)
Me: I'm sorry, but I must ID everyone for tobacco or alcohol products every time.
Customer: You really going to make me go back to my car to get my ID.😬
(She stormed off to her car. By the way I work at a gas station so her car was only a few yards away.)
Me:<puts product on the counter>.
Customer:<snatched the Black&Mind, flashed her ID so fast that I couldn't read it, throws money on the counter and storms off again.>