INT. KNIGHTS DRUGS BREAKROOM, NIGHT

TREVER, the night shift manager, is trying to stop a five-minute meeting from turning into a twenty-minute meeting.

Trever: “Listen up guys, I will keep this quick. New company policy says that we have to card everybody who buys tobacco and alcohol now. No ID, no sell. It’s that simple, guys. You get caught selling to someone without checking their ID, that’s an automatic third strike, you’re fired.”

Employee 1: “Even if the customer is over 40?”

Trever: “Yeah, I just said…okay, fine. It’s everybody or nothing now, guys.”

Valerie Cho: “What if three racoons dressed in a trench coat and an oversized hat try to buy a twelve-pack?”

Trever looks frustrated.

Trever: “Okay…if that situation were ever to happen you still have to card them. Man, woman, young, old or three racoons in a trench coat--if they want to buy alcohol or tobacco products, you have to card them. No more questions.”

THREE DAYS LATER

INT. KNIGHTS DRUGS MAIN REGISTER, NIGHT

Valerie Cho stands behind the main cash register. Three racoons in a trench coat and oversized hat (BOB) are waiting in line to buy a twelve pack of beer.

Valerie: “Hey fellas--“

Bob makes a racoon noise.

Valerie: “I mean fella, I need to see some ID for the beer.”

Bob is shocked, all three racoons inside the trench coat make noise at once.

Valerie: “Yes, I know you’re collectively over 40, sir, but new company policy says that I have to card all alcohol purchases.”

Bob makes noise.

Valerie: “No ID, no sell. Sorry guys-- I mean, guy.”

Bob makes more noise.

Valerie: “I’m just doing my job, sir.”

Bob makes noise then puts the beer on the counter. Bob walks outs of the store.

Valerie: “Thank you. You have a goodnight, sir.”

Trever walks up to the counter.

Trever: “Wait, was that three racoons in a trench coat and an oversized hat?”

Valerie: “Naw, that’s just Bob.”