Customer: *wearing an angel outfit and looks about 17* Pint of Fosters and a red wine please.
Me: Sure thing. Can I see some ID?
Customer: *incredulous look* Of
course you can! *produces ID* It says 2nd of the 1st, 1991. Okay?
Me: Yeah, thanks. Small, medium or large wine?
Customer: Just a small. *to her friend* Can you believe she just ID'd me? I can't believe she just ID'd me.
Co-worker: We have to ID you, darlin'. It's the law.
Customer: *haughty* Yeah, I know! I'm doing Law at Durham.
Me: *faux chirpy* That'll be £XX.XX.
Customer: *with attitude* Thanks! *to friends* Can't believe they just ID'd me! *mimics* It's the law!
Me: Honey, we have to ID you.
Customer: *too busy muttering to friends to listen, but tosses a few glares back*
Co-worker: She spent the entire 5 minutes at the bar bitching about you.
Me: Really? Cut her off then. No more booze for the 18 year-old lawyer.