By the time I was about 19 I had a pretty good beard and could pass for 21 and after the first time or two they'd recognize your face and just take your money.
Actually there was a bit of a science to getting the program up and running. There was one guy there that was a little careless about checking IDs. The first time it was a shot in the dark. You'd go in when it was busy, grab a six-pack and get in line and if he was preoccupied he'd just take your money. After doing that two or three times and getting away with it he'd recognize your face and just take your money.
If he carded you during the first couple of times you were S.O.L. and had to wait until you were of age. I managed to get over somehow.
The trick then became going through him while there were other employees in the store. They'd figure he had checked you out and you were good to go. It didn't take long before you were a regular and nobody bothered to card you.
They had a parrot in the store and needless to say, the proper way to get a six-pack was to go to the cooler, grab one, put it on the counter and say something really vile to the parrot which would cause the counter person to call you an a**hole.
Immediately the parrot would say, "You a**hole!" The counter guy would get annoyed.
"Now you got me doing it, too!" he'd say as he rang you up.
Sometime I ought to write a post about that damned parrot.
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