You want me to call the cops? Not a problem.
This happened to me in 2013. i was over 30, had gone back to school, and it was the Friday before finals week on my last semester to finish my CE degree. Bordering around campus, it’s rather low income and not highly educated, and not a place I frequented.
I walked into a gas station, we’ll call it Square L, about 7:30am. Locally, that’s 30 minutes after they start selling alcohol, county is dry between 3am and 7am. Grab two of the largest packs of cheap beer they sell, and head up to the register. No big deal, just stocking up for a small “study party” with friends on campus later that day.
The person behind the register eyes me suspiciously as I set them on the counter and tells me I’m not buying them. I politely explain it’s after 7am, and I don’t see a problem. The manager, denoted by dress shirt instead of polo leans over and tells her to get my ID, so she asks me for it. I’m like fine, whatever, and I fidget around a minute before realizing it’s in my car. I say as much and offer to grab it, and she told me to go ahead.
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