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Solution: Have your girl slump down and hide behind the dashboard before you pull in the parking lot.
What "the dipshit" doesn't see doesn't concern him, right?
Well am I right? Of course I am.
I do see your point but I also see that the guy was just doing his job. Whether or not she *looks* old enough is immaterial. Checking ID is king in a job like that. Period. You just happened to run across a guy that is a stickler for enforcing it to the letter, that's all. The next guy behind the counter might not give a shit about who's sitting in your vehicle.
Look for the simplest solution, and quit sweating the small stuff. (and posting about it)
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