I was at a Barnes & Noble yesterday.
I wrote a check for my purchases. The self-inflicted genius behind the counter demanded to see my driver's license. I explained the number is printed on my check. She still wanted to see my driver's license. I asked whether she thought I'm a thief. She said no, it's actually for my own protection. I told her in plain English, "That's a lie."
She looked just awfully hurt.
She rang up the sale, and asked whether I wanted the receipt in the bag or in hand.
That particular store does, indeed, carry shooting magazines; its customer "service," however, is so antagonistic that I generally driver miles farther to patronize a book shop where I'm not treated as a criminal.