It was a nearly empty bar in the Pittsburgh airport. My flight was delayed, so I decided to grab a beer to kill some time. I order some food and a Sam Adams, and without missing a beat the waitress asks to see my ID.
"Yes, I'm sorry. We have to check for anyone that looks close."
"No, it's no problem. No problem at all. Here you go."
It only takes a quick glance, and she raises her eyebrows, looks at me, then back to the ID.
"Oh, geez. Wow. Sorry."
So the shock at seeing my actual age was really unnecessary, don't you think? It almost undid the joy of her asking to see the ID in the first place. Almost.
Since 40 is right around the corner for me, I felt I had to document this event. This could very well be the last time EVER that I am legitimately mistaken for someone under the age of 21.
And I don't care what anyone says, she wasn't doing it just to get a good tip. I routinely tip 40% for the high-quality food you find in airport restaurants.