I work one day a week at World Market. For those of you that don’t know, World Market is a fine purveyor of… well, you name it. They sell pillows, furniture, picture frames, jalapeno-filled olives, eggbeaters and practically everything else under the sun.



Another thing they purvey is alcohol, beer and wine to be precise.



Last week, this guy came up to my register with a bottle of champagne. I rang it up and asked for his ID (general practice, WE CARD HARD!). He handed me a… Continue