(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.)