Don't screw with burger jockeys
"About six years ago, I worked at a Five Guys. One day, I was working the register, and before our usual lunch rush, this man walks in and asks for a little (one-patty) cheeseburger and a soda. I ring him up, tell him his total, and he hands me his credit card.
"Now, in all of my training at almost every retailer I have ever worked, there was always a rule in some form regarding credit cards. As most people know, they are not always followed or adhered to. The policy for our entire division was to ask for ID with EVERY transaction involving a credit card. Normally I would let it slide, but the 'big guys' started to come down really hard and demand we be consistent (I always assumed there was an incident with a stolen card at another one of our stores).
"So after he hands me his card, I politely ask, 'May I please see your ID?' 'What, for a fuckin' burger?' 'I know it's silly, but it's unfortunately our policy to ask every time.' 'Well, I didn't bring my ID! So you're telling me that I have to drive all the way back to work, waste my lunch break, just to bring you back an ID? For a fuckin' burger?!' I knew my terrible manager was just hanging out in the office watching the whole thing on the cameras, so I had to give him the 'I'm really sorry, sir. It's our policy and I cannot accept a credit card without an ID.' So he snatches his card back, mumbles some profanities, and storms off.