when I was 16/17
I was always sent into the off-licence to buy the vodka because I purposefully carried a ridiculous amount of junk in my bag
Mirrors, hairbrushes, makeup, receipts etc.
If I got asked for ID I would look though my purse, "I know it is in here somewhere I remember putting it in" then proceed to empty the entire contents of my handbag onto the counter in order search through it.
Upon ‘realising’ that I hadn’t got my non-existent ID I would look like I was going to cry and start babbling about how expensive a replacement ID was and that I must have left it on the train, still spreading the contents of my bag across the counter
The idea was to generally hold up as many customers as possible until the person working just sold me the alcohol to get me out of the shop.
Success!
(ecilA Alice...has nothing to do, Tue 15 Jul 2008, 17:53, 2 replies)

Shite
That's actually a half decent plan.
(Freddles, Wed 16 Jul 2008, 1:27, closed)

My friend Stania
Used to do somethign similar to this with train tickets. But she had a secret weapon, she only had 1 1/2 arms. One was a prosthetic from her elbow down with this really cool claw.

When asked to produce it, she'd spread all her stuff on the ground, picking things up and dropping them with her claw and basically pretending she was uselss using it (she could paint with it, and operate a camera, she'd been born without that half of her arm and had the prosthetic since she was 7). She'd cry and look pathetic and without fail, they'd let her off.

Good thing she was beautiful, or it might not have worked so often.
(misskitty reeks of sex and turpentine; laudanum afternoons, Wed 16 Jul 2008, 4:27, closed)