I’m a bit forgetful at times. Especially when I plan to go shopping. I sometimes forget my wallet, I rarely remember those damn canvas bags that are sitting in my front closet, and I always, always forget my teacher ID. So, I’ve had to come up with a strategy to convince that stubborn sales clerk to give me my hard-earned teacher discount (yeah, I’m talking about the 2% off at the bookstore or whatever).
I just offer to tell them a few teacher stories. You know the ones. The ones that keep you up at night. The ones that you pull out of your pocket at family reunions. The tales of craziness that no author could ever imagine and set to paper.
Works every time. Do you want your receipt with you or in the bag?