It's getting toward closing time. There's a lot of stuff for me to do and never enough time to do it all, particularly when pesky customers keep coming in to buy stuff.
This one is buying vodka. I feel like he's of age to buy, but I don't see any outward clues that totally give it away (the onset of crow's feet, a few specks of gray hair, the beginnings of a receding hairline). So I ask him for ID.
"Shit. I don't have it. Seriously, you're new here. I'm 28. I come in here all the time."
If I had to guess, I'd say 28 sounds about right for him. But I pause. You never know if a sting is happening.
It was a long pause.
About 15 seconds later, from the car he was in emerges a girl, wearing only a bra and thong.
"Hurry UP!" she tells him.
I had to let him buy the vodka on principle.