Category: Underaged


| TX, USA | Employees, Underaged

(I am flying back to college from my hometown. The security line at the airport is extremely long, spanning all the way across the airport terminal. After waiting for a very long time, I am at about the half-way point in the line.)

Airport Employee: “You! Your carry-on bag is too big!”

Me: “I know it looks like that, but I measured; it just meets the requirements.”

Airport Employee: “No, it’s too big. Go and measure it at the display.”

Me: *goes out of line and slips my bag into the display* “See, it fits fine.”

Airport Employee: “Fine, now go to the back of the line.”

Me: “But I’ve been waiting for so long! I just stepped out because you told me to!”

Airport Employee: “Doesn’t matter; go to the back of the line!”

(I go to the back of the line and finally get to the same point in the line where Airport Employee is harassing the other people in line about carry-on sizes.)

Airport Employee: “You! Your bag is too big! Get out of line and check it!”

Me: “No. We’ve already been through this. My bag is fine.”

Airport Employee: “No! It’s too big!”

(The employee continues to say stuff like this to me while I ignore her. She eventually moves on to other passengers. I finally get to the part where they check your ID and ticket before you go into the scanner area.)

Me: *hands ID and ticket to TSA Agent*

Agent: *looks at ID* “This isn’t you.”

Me: “Umm, yes it is. I have my hair pulled back and glasses on, but the face is the same.”

Agent: “This isn’t you.”

Me: “Why would I have a fake ID that says I am 19?”

Agent: *marks my ticket* “This ID is still fake.”

Me: *grabs ID and walks quickly to the scanner line hoping the agent won’t stop me and send me to the back of the line again*

I Was Born In The Future

| The Netherlands | At The Checkout, Employees, Underaged

(I’m buying some alcohol at a local supermarket for a party, after all items are scanned this happens:)

Cashier: “Can I see your ID, please?”

Me: “Sure!”

(I give them my ID and I politely wait, but after five minutes or so, the cashier is still looking at my ID as if they’re solving a difficult math assignment.)

Cashier: “…”

Me: “Is everything all right?”

Cashier: “Yes. Umm…”

Me: “Are you sure?”

(It’s quiet for a moment.)

Cashier: “I can’t find the date of birth…”

(I tried not to laugh and pointed it out for them. There’s only two dates on my ID – one is in the future, and one is my birth date. I’m still wondering why it took them so long!)

The Sweet Taste Of Youth

| Dublin, Ireland | Employees, Food & Drink, Underaged

(I look young and often got IDed when i was younger but this one sticks out in my memory.)

Me: “Can I have a Baileys with ice, please, and do you sell chocolate?”

Barman: “Yes, we have a few.” *names a couple of chocolate bars*

Me: “I’ll have [Chocolate Bar], please, and the Baileys.”

Barman: *looks around trying to see where I’ve been sitting with a confused look on his face* “Who are you here with?”

Me: *confused* “Oh, I’m meeting a few friends here but they’re running late.”

Barman: “But who’s the drink for?”

(I realise he doesn’t just think I’m underage, he thinks I’m so young my parents have sent me to the bar!)

Me: “It’s for me. I’m 23.”

(He was nice enough to apologise.)

Totally Hung-Over It

| Ayr, Scotland, UK | At The Checkout, Employees, Underaged

(I am 19 years old and on holiday in Ayr with my family. I have a bit of a hangover (the drinking age in Scotland is 18, and I am from Scotland myself). We have gone to the supermarket to pick up some food and I go to a checkout to buy some paracetamol for my hangover headache.)

Cashier: “Can I see your ID, please?”

Me: “Sure.” *hands over my driving license*

Cashier: “I can’t sell these to you.”

Me: “Huh? Why?”

Cashier: “You’re not 25.”

Me: “So? It’s challenge 25. That means if someone looks younger than 25, they have to provide ID to prove they are old enough, which I am.”

Cashier: “No. You have to be 25 to buy these.”

Me: “Are you joking? I have a hangover from LEGALLY drinking alcohol last night. I could be married and have children LEGALLY. I can gamble and smoke if I want to. But I can’t get a god-d*** painkiller to get rid of my headache!?”

Cashier: “No. You can’t. You have to be 25. I’m not selling them to you. Leave.”

Me: “F*** this. I’ll get my dad to buy them. I can’t be f***ed with this.”

(I did have to get my dad to buy them. Still infuriates me to this day that she didn’t have a bloody clue on the challenge 25 policy. I should have asked for her manager, but I was so hungover I just wanted it to be over with.)

Chewing (Tobacco) Them Out

| MI, USA | At The Checkout, Employees, Underaged

(I’m a 26-year-old married man who looks VERY young for his age, to the point that I could easily be mistaken for a kid in high school. I also chew tobacco, and at every store I make it a point to have my driver’s license out from the get go. Most gas attendants are very appreciative of my cooperation with the law, but this one rubs me the wrong way. I walk into the store.)

Me: “Hi, mind if I get a tin of [Tobacco Brand]?

Attendant: “I’ll need to see some ID, pl—”

(The attendant hasn’t even looked up until this point to see me handing over my driver’s license…)

Attendant: “Oh, well that was fast…” *scoffs* “You don’t look 26.”

(She proceeds to glare at me as if I’d done something to piss her off.)

Me: “How many people come in here and argue over having to show their ID?”

Attendant: “A lot, actually…”

Me: “And how often do people have their ID card ready without you having to ask?

Attendant: “Uh… barely any.”

Me: “You’re welcome. Now may I please have my ID back along with the tobacco I requested?”

(Didn’t take her long to get my tobacco after that.)

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