"Really, you don't need my ID. I'm 43 years old, you don't need it."
"Miss, I need everyone's ID that looks under 25."
"Oh, don't give me that crap." Her eyes roll and she tries to walk past me into the bar.
"Ok... fine. I won't give you that crap. Show me an ID or get out. Plain and simple."
"It doesn't matter who's working. Show me an ID."
"You don't have to be such an ass."
"Neither did you. ID."
"I never get carded anywhere else, and I come here all the time," she says as she starts to go through her purse.
"Really? I have no idea who you are."
The woman looked through her purse and finally found her ID. After looking at the ID I did recognize her from coming in on the weekends. ID pictures never change, women change daily.
"Here ya go."
"Gee, thanks, am I old enough?"
"Actually, your not as old as you said. You won't be 43 for about 4 more months."
With that she walked away.
Don't worry lady, I'll remember you. I'll also remember to card you every time you come to the door.
No ones ever really a pain in my ass, but I can be a pain in yours.
The part that most people don't understand about this is plain to me.
According to Sector whatever, Paragraph who knows, Article ???.....
Every person inside a bar has to have an ID. If they don't the establishment can and will be closed down and fined.
It's not normally something to worry too much about but there was a bar shut down for it about a month ago. That stuff sticks in my head.
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