Smoke this, ya freaking 17 year old.

After working in places that sell cigarettes and tobacco for nearly four years and carding god knows how many people within that time, it finally happened yesterday.

Someone tried to buy smokes with a fake ID.

Actually, I could tell it was fake from pretty much the get go. The ID looked to sharp and crisp. But the birthday is what gave it away. One was the fact that the year didn't mach up to where the year is hidden in the driver's license number. (Off by a year. And I'm not telling where the year is at, so bite me.) The other was that the font and font size for the birthday itself was way off, not to mention that it was in bold.

But best of all was the look on his face after I put the pack back and said so calmly "That fake." The look of 'bu... huh... guhwha?!?! How in the hell?' made my night. Just because my pay comes through a gas station doesn’t mean I’m a freaking moron.

I just wish I had the power to take the damned thing away from the stupid kid and cut it up right in front of him.