My mom was an ER nurse who refused to administer a rape kit to a 12 year old because of her beliefs on abortion.

She was quietly allowed to retire at 55 with a full pension and a quarter-million dollar "retirement package." She hasn't worked a day in 18 years.

the fact it played out this way in court fucking infuriated me

Even if you're racist and heartless enough to think that shit's funny, ten jokes with the same premise gets tacky, especially if people are uncomfortable and not reacting positively to them. Does she know how to like...live in a society?

I mean seriously, they're all based on the same premise of thinking it's funny when poor brown people drown, thinking there are too many brown people in the UK (Scotland is 99% white), and disrespecting Muslim names and South Asian foods.

Does that Type of Guy still exist? Is he still finding new ways to piss away people's time (including his own, of which he must have an abundance) and feel superior by testing service workers' strict adherence to policy? Has he somehow avoided chip and NFC cards entirely so he can keep the bit?

Except for you! Because you passed the test! You and your nat20 perception check set a shining example that they wish others would look up to! Alas, they have no choice but to—

Ahem, I'm getting hyperbolic, but it's always some ageist, vaguely misogynistic in a way you can't quite place experience

It almost has the cadence of a Villain Monologue, because they're like, getting out and rifling through their wallets with all the quiet intensity of a show clap, reveling in the fact that, until they produce their ID, you're all a captive audience for their bullshit about how kids don't wanna work

You see, this Type of Guy—instead of signing his damn cards—would write "CID", cutesy shorthand for "See ID" to test if cashiers were actually looking at the signature line. I don't know what happens if you fail the test, but the "omg you passed the test" spiel is real fuckin irritating

The Type of Guy I hated was one that liked testing cashiers. Instead of hating the ID ritual like every sensible person does because it's a pain in the ass and holds up the line, he relishes it as a way to weild control and keep The Youthes in line.

If you couldn't tell, or if the signature on the card was destroyed (we're talking magnetic stripe era, so those really wore off), you were supposed to ask them to show ID so you could check the name against the one on the card, and the picture against the person.

In the 00s and at least the first half of the 10s, in the US, cashiers were expected to give signatures on receipts at least a passing glance to make sure the shape resembled the one on the card. A colleague and I were witnesses to fraud once and the police asked if we had checked.

I think SCOTUS is preparing to rule on one or more cases involving it?