A year ago my friend and I were hanging out and wanted to get a bottle of booze to take back to her house. Neither of us were 21 at the time (I am now), but I usually don’t get carded if I flirt a little with the liquor store clerk.
Well, I pushed my boobs up, added a layer of gloss on my lips, and went into the store. I grabbed my bottle of raspberry absolut and went straight for the counter. I found that if I move fast and act like I belong there I had better luck not getting carded.
This time it didn’t work. I went to the counter, put down the bottle and the cash. I smiled, leaned forward to show my cleavage, asked the middle aged man at the register how he’s doing in a breathy voice while keeping my eyes big. All of the tricks. He still asked me for my ID.
I told him that I forgot it. He said he can’t sell me the vodka without seeing some ID. I batted my eyelashes and asked if he can just let me this one time, and I’ll come back with my ID later? He said he absolutely cannot. I was getting frustrated, so on a whim, I pulled down my shirt, and flashed him, and asked “how’s this for ID?”
It worked. He said, “well I guess you’re not a cop” and took my money. I asked for my change and he laughed saying that he never sold me anything so there’s no change. I was flustered, but I just took my bottle and left.
