Cashier at a large chain supermarket, etc.
So, a lady comes up with her kid and buys a cart load of stuff, about $80 worth, including a pack of beer. I'm iffy on her age so ask for her ID. I'll be me, she'll be AL.
AL: ID? It's in my car, I'm 34 years old! Are you serious? (please note she has a light accent, Boston?)
Me: Yes ma'am.
AL: I'm 34 years old, I have 4 kids. I have an emergency at home and you're going to make me walk out to my car and come back in for this?
AL: My kids are 18, 17, 11 and 10. This is ridiculous, I'm never shopping here again! I'm going to go out to my car and get my ID and then never shop here again. I have an emergency!
Me: That'll be $80.79 (or whatever it was)
AL: I'm never shopping here again, I'm gonna call corporate!
Me: (smiling, barely containing my laughter) Have a good one~
I put her beer at customer service when she left, and I was hoping she'd come back and ask where it is so I could reply, "I'm sorry, I put it up, I thought you were never shopping here again."
A girl can dream.