Freedom

Third shift gives me a little added freedom.

People can cash money-orders with us, but I don't like doing it because it's a pain in the ass. Often, I turn people away wanting to cash their money orders with me, because nobody needs to be getting up to 200 dollars in cash from me at 3:40am. In the afternoon, I probably couldn't find a good enough excuse to not cash someone's money order.

Another one of my favorites is people wanting to break 20's, 50's and 100's. I will usually break 20's, I will rarely break 50's, and will never break 100's. Again, I don't want to give someone change for a 100 dollar bill at 3:40am. I'm not [very] stupid. Freedom in this scenario rests in the fact that I'm not obligated to break large bills. If I don't have to do something, if it isn't a part of my specific job description, if it is at all extra curricular, whether or not I do it is my call and you are at the mercy of whatever my call is.

No amount of arguing will change my mind on much of anything, so if you ask me to break a bill and I say no, that's pretty much it. I won't do it. Not for you, not for Bill Clinton, not for the Queen of France.

Carding people is the best, though. I'm pretty sure I can get in trouble if I card someone then sell them age restricted products anyway. I don't risk it. If I say, "Let me see your Identification," and you won't show me your ID, you shall not leave with what you came for. Period. You can whine, cry, show me your tits, threaten me. It won't matter. Without that little ID card, you won't get anything from me.

Kid: Can I get a pack of Turkish Silver?
Me: Sure, let me see your ID.
Kid: Crap, I don't have it.
Me: You should always have your ID.
It really is always a good idea to have your state issued ID with you
Kid: Seriously? You don't think I'm old enough?
Me: I could grow a beard at sixteen. Don't lecture me.
Kid: Okay, when is someone else coming in?
Me: Shift change is at 6am.
Kid: Do you know of any other place open that won't card me?
Me: No, whenever I ask someone for an ID, I get shown an ID. It never comes up.

And it's largely true. That night, I carded about 30 people, and 29 showed me their IDs.

I did, however, discover that denying people age restricted items for copping an attitude about carding them is something I can get yelled at for. Come on, if your birthday is April 23rd, 1990 and you roll your eyes when I card you, you don't need your Misty Menthol Light 120's.