I was buying beer at the self service till and needed the assistant (girl about 18) to verify my age. Dirty Harry bounds over and shoves his arm in front of the till. “Have you checked his id?” he bellows at the girl, who burst out laughing. “No” she replies. He then demands to see my id, to which I reply, “No. I’m 35 years old”. A silent standoff followed for abut 20 seconds before he stormed off in a huff.
One of the easy boxes ticked for him there, then. Never mind the dodgy-looking yoofs slipping out of the store looking shifty.
Life is full of the type who get all shouty when they’re doing the easy bits, but go suspiciously missing when something really kicks off. We’ve got one in our office. Nearly every Friday, just before her boss goes home there is the exaggeratedly loud harranging of some poor sod on the other end of the phone. “No, WHAT I’M SAYING IS, you must supply us with a proper VAT invoice”. The amount in question is rarely more than a hundred quid and the woman hasn’t got a scooby when it comes to big stuff like full VAT payments, but she likes to create the impression of being a ‘self-starter’.
They’re easy to spot if you look hard enough, though.