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.
"Really?"
"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.
6 comments:
Good for you! That hasn't happened to me in a long time and don't think it will ever again. I'll live vicariously through you, K?
Kathy, I think this was probably my last time. If it happens again then I'm sure it WILL be a ploy to get a bigger tip. Which will probably work.
I love the "Oh, geez. Wow. Sorry" comment. I would have laughed my butt off at that.
I can't remember the last time I got carded, and here in MN it's the law to card everyone. That tells you how old I must really look!
Jeff, I told my husband (who still doesn't believe me) that I may need to move back to Pittsburgh based on this incident. I never really lived there after I was 21, hopefully they don't have some special law that requires them to card everyone!
LOL! That's fabulous! I think when I stop getting carded, I'm going to get drunk for a whole week- then I'll get over it. HAHA - Kidding.
Corrina, it doesn't just suddenly stop. It just slowly tapers off. First it'll be at a bar. A few months later you'll be at a liquor store and have your ID in hand ready to show and they won't ask for it. Before you know it, years go by between cardings. Then, it never happens again. That's the stage I think I have pretty much reached.
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