one of my favorite “welcome to ____” experiences was when i moved to Utah. I went to the local grocer and bought some San Pellegrino. the cashier carded me. now i’ve worked retail, so [most likely] this was her first day (the POS tells you when to check someone’s ID) or [i’ve learned not to overestimate Utahns, so also most likely] she somehow had no understanding of what i was buying. i somwhat bemusedly told her i’d show my ID to her manager. when the manager came over, i pointed to the bottles and told him the cashier wanted to see my ID. i may have memory problems from time to time, but the look on the cashier’s face when her manager told her I was buying water will remain with me til the day i die.