Monday, August 6, 2018
Good morning crew,
Friday night the wife took me to one of her group dance classes, and afterward we went out to a little mixer at a local restaurant so everybody from the class could socialize. Because dancing is not a social activity or anything.
Walking into the place I went straight to the bar and was pleased to find a decent selection of craft beers. After discussing flavor profiles with the young man behind the bar for a few minutes I decided on an IPA and ordered a tall one.
That's when he asked me for identification.
Now that I'm well into my 40s I have to deal with a lot of things; an increasingly graying head, stiff joints, and a complete lack of appreciation for pop music to name a few.
Another thing I have to deal with is a complete lack of patience, particularly for doing stupid things like proving my age to 21-year-old kids.
If I have to deal with the gray hair and all the rest of it, I feel like at least I should be spared the indignity of having to dig a picture ID out every time I want a drink.
So I said no. Actually, I wasn't quite that rude. I told him I didn't have any identification. So he told me he couldn't serve me.
The wife had no problem producing an ID. She tells me she feels flattered when bartenders ask her for one. I don't know why she should feel flattered when someone demonstrates a complete lack of trust in her, but she does what she wants without worrying about my approval or disapproval.
So I stayed sober as a bird the entire night (other than sneaking a few sips from abandoned wine glasses). On the plus side, our entire bill, including two meals and the wife's French martini, was less than 50 bucks.
Laugh it up,
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No wait...sorry. I am thinking of scotch. It's scotch that does all that.
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