Guest walks up to service desk
Me: Hi, how can I help you?
G: You have something for my wife.
Me: Do you mean an order or are we holding it for 24 hours?
G: I dunno, she said you have a Kitchen Aid on hold.
Me: *looks in 24 hr hold locations* Uh, sir, is this for an order she placed on line?
G: Well she sent me to pick up something she ordered, a Kitchen Aid.
Me: *rolls eyes internally* No problem, I just need to see your ID and are you listed as a pick up person?
G: My ID?
Me: Yes, your ID.
G: Do you mean my driver's license?
Me: *motherfuck what the fuck don't they understand about ID* Sure, DL, Passport, Military ID ... whatever the government issued that has your fucking photo on it.
G: Is this going to take long?
Me: Well sir, I don't see your name listed so perhaps your wife has it under another name and has you listed as an alternate pick up?
G: *deer in headlights*
Me: What. Name. Is. The. Order. Under.
G: *totally different last name as his*
Oh fuck, I'm tired of typing. You can guess the rest.