Today I presented a cashier with a case of beer and my license on top.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“It’s my license,” I said.
She stared at it, confused. “Are you writing out a check?”
“No, it’s for the beer.”
She squinted at me and smiled. “Oh! You won’t be needing this.” I’m pretty sure I saw everyone in line elbowing each other.
I’m thinking sensitivity training for cashiers is in order.