Kids these days don’t know how to use fake IDs properly
A day or two ago, my significant other and I were looking for pizza at the grocery store. Before us were some beer buyers. This seems to be your typical brew purchase, except the individual has an out-of-state ID. On closer inspection, this person is definitely not a man, but a young man who wants to buy wine with a scannable fake id.
The clerk picked up the fake ID and asked her manager to come and investigate. The manager stared at the id card fake, I thought she was going to get in. She looked at the young man, at the fake ID, and at the child again. She narrowed her eyes and returned the fake ID to the child. “Go ahead,” she told the clerk.
The young man took a deep breath. I’m so happy for him, his little trick worked. Still, feeling a little rude, I asked the young man what his logo was. I think he will remember his fake birth sign.
Do not.
He smiled anxiously and said he didn’t know such a thing.
I exposed him. It is now clear that he is using a scannable fake id. At the end of the day, who doesn’t know their introduction to the world’s logo? To exacerbate the situation, his Mastercard was denied, delaying his usually difficult illicit transactions. He touched his wallet, figured out how to withdraw the $20, and gave it to the clerk. Luckily for him, she didn’t seem to mind that he was underage, and her manager allowed her to sell him beer.
Before leaving the house, the child ran up to me and let me know that I had him call the police. Hello, don’t blame me for being bad-tempered, boy! It’s not my problem that he doesn’t remember his fake birth sign. I have a total “back to my day”. When I use fake id, of course I know every little insight about my expected character. I’m Eric Kawasaki from Irving, 5’8 and 175 lbs and I’m a Pisces. I don’t seem to have a photo on my scannable fake id, because I know all kinds of subtleties, so this never stopped my arrangement. It was this meticulous attitude that got me into bars and clubs before my 21st birthday. It’s a shame you don’t see that level of hard work anymore.
Kids now, eh?
