If I would have to choose the one thing I hate doing as a grocery clerk is carding for alcohol. Turning someone down for not having their ID or if they’re intoxicated can lead to conflicts such as glaring, pouting, swearing, and threats. People have to understand that we don’t make the rules, we have to enforce them and there’s stiff penalties if we don’t follow them.
We get all kinds of characters; the underage teenager who doesn’t look you in a eye, the drunk couple, the belligerent swearing drunk guy, the terrible fake ID job, and the posse.
The posse is a bunch of people in one group coming into the checkout line buying alcohol. In Oregon, everyone who’s with the party must provide identification to purchase beer. In some states like California, only one person in the party can provide identification even if its obvious they’re buying several 12 packs of beer for their buddies. The posse is what I hate the most because usually someone in the group will try to influence you in selling them the alcohol after they’re denied for sale.
Seven guys come into my checkout lane with (4) 12-packs of Pabst Blue Ribbon…
Me: Hi, can I get your IDs please?
One guy hands me his California ID. The rest stand around looking at the magazines and our impulse buy candy section we cleverly put in our checkouts.
Me: Thanks but I’m going to need all of your IDs.
Pabst Lovin Californians: Why? I’m buying.
Me: Yeah but I have to card all of you guys. It’s Oregon law.
Pabst Lovin Californians: That’s stupid. We don’t do that in California.
Me: It’s not California.
Pabst Lovin Californians: Fine, we’ll go outside then.
Me: Doesn’t work that way. I need the IDs at the point of sale.
Pabst Lovin Californians: Dude, just sale it to us. We won’t say anything.
Me: Can’t guys.
Pabst Lovin Californians: Don’t be a square.
What’s a square?
Me: OK. If you can tell me that all of you guys can go into the bar with only [pointing to the guy who showed] his ID, I’ll sell it to you.
All of a sudden. It got really quiet.
Pabst Lovin Californians: Uhh…
Courtesy Clerk Johhny J: I’ll get the cart. Looks like I have go backs to do!




