A very elderly man was trying to buy alcohol at a gas station. The clerk asked for his ID. The man gasped in frustration, “Do you want to know my blood type, too!” The patient clerk pointed over to a man standing behind the counter—“That’s my manager standing right there. He won’t let me sell it without ID.” The manager quickly chimed in, “Don’t point at me. That’s the rule that you have to follow just as much as I do—it’s from corporate.” I’ve thought about that scene since witnessing it. The clerk suggested the rule was to be enforced because of the manager, but the manager…