I popped into Morrisons on my way home from town, and decided to pick up a naughty pizza for tea and some wine for Loz. I went to the self scan checkouts, and the alcohol flagged the assistant’s attention – he came over, and was about to put it through, and he looked at me.
“Actually, do you have proof of age on you?”
I was perplexed – I can’t recall being ID’d as an adult EVER.
“I’m 32, mate!” I protested.
That wasn’t an acceptable answer apparently, he needed to see my ID.
I panicked, J enjoys clearing the contents of wallets (thief in training), and I hadn’t seen my driving licence for a while. I fumbled, and eventually found it. The assistant smiled – ‘I’ve bet I’ve made your day!’
He really had!