You have all seen me bitch about people and their ID's. Well, as if on cue, another perfect illustration of ID idiocy came my way tonight.
I approached the table that had just sat. A young lady (by looks anywhere from 18-24) and her father or grandfather, not sure. He did not speak English, she spoke fine English though with an accent. No problem so far.
She orders a drink for him, and then orders a drink for herself. This is where the hilarity ensued. The conversation as best I remember it:
SC: "He'll have a pinot grigio, and I'll have a vodka and pineapple juice."
ME: "No problem. May I see your ID please."
SC: [pause] "I don't think I have it with me."
ME: "Uh oh." [smiling to let her know that I sympathize with her plight]
SC: "I don't have it with me."
ME: "I'm sorry about that, but if you don't have your ID, I'm afraid I can't sell you alchohol." [the standard ID chant]
SC: "But I live here."
ME: [thinking, "and?"] Okay. I understand that, but I still can't sell you alcohol without your ID." [more of the standard ID chant]
SC: "But everyone here knows me."
ME: [about to start on the standard ID chant, but wait...there is hope. This is the one legal loophole. See, if another staff memeber knows her, and can vouch for her being of age, as in they either know her or remember having seen her ID, I can, in fact, server her. Yes, this is very legal, as I have still verified her age. And if this is the case, then we'll both be happy.] "Oh, cool. If any of the bartenders or staff can vouch for you, then I can serve you."
"Who do you know?"
SC: "Well, is Nate* working?" [Nate is a guy that used to work there, but no only sporadically fills in. As in, very very rarely.]
ME: "No, he's not working today. Today, we have [the staff on duty]."
SC: "No, I don't know any of them. Just Nate." [Naturally. Although she knows everyone, and everyone knows her, in reality she only allegedly knows the one person who not only isn't there, but isn't likely to be there any time in the forseeable financial quarter.]
ME: "I'm sorry. In that case, I can't legally serve you. Can I get you something else to drink?"
*[not his real name]
She put up a small (polite) stink, but in the end, her older companion got his wine, and she got the pineapple juice sans vodka.
Personally, I love the logic. She lives here, so I am supposed to just serve her because of that. No. If she lives here, and she looks the way she looks, she should know that people may well ask her for her ID. Also, if she knows everyone, how comes she doesn't, in fact, know everyone? Many of the people working tonight have been there, literally, for years. Also, if she knows Nate so well, how come she sat at a table, where Nate would never be serving them, as he only works behind the bar, and not at the bar, where Nate would be? We were not busy, there was room at the bar.
Everyone, sing it with me:
[to the tune of "If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands]
"If you order alcohol, show ID.
If you want me to serve you booze, let me see.
If you want to get a drink
Then folks you have to think
That if you look that young you'll need your damn ID!
If you're legal and you're thirsty, show some proof.
If you left your home without it you're a goof.
If you're legal and you know it
and you want a drink, then show it.
Cause the only way you're drinking is with proof!
Thank you. Thank you. I'll be here all week.
[I have ID.]
I approached the table that had just sat. A young lady (by looks anywhere from 18-24) and her father or grandfather, not sure. He did not speak English, she spoke fine English though with an accent. No problem so far.
She orders a drink for him, and then orders a drink for herself. This is where the hilarity ensued. The conversation as best I remember it:
SC: "He'll have a pinot grigio, and I'll have a vodka and pineapple juice."
ME: "No problem. May I see your ID please."
SC: [pause] "I don't think I have it with me."
ME: "Uh oh." [smiling to let her know that I sympathize with her plight]
SC: "I don't have it with me."
ME: "I'm sorry about that, but if you don't have your ID, I'm afraid I can't sell you alchohol." [the standard ID chant]
SC: "But I live here."
ME: [thinking, "and?"] Okay. I understand that, but I still can't sell you alcohol without your ID." [more of the standard ID chant]
SC: "But everyone here knows me."
ME: [about to start on the standard ID chant, but wait...there is hope. This is the one legal loophole. See, if another staff memeber knows her, and can vouch for her being of age, as in they either know her or remember having seen her ID, I can, in fact, server her. Yes, this is very legal, as I have still verified her age. And if this is the case, then we'll both be happy.] "Oh, cool. If any of the bartenders or staff can vouch for you, then I can serve you."

SC: "Well, is Nate* working?" [Nate is a guy that used to work there, but no only sporadically fills in. As in, very very rarely.]
ME: "No, he's not working today. Today, we have [the staff on duty]."
SC: "No, I don't know any of them. Just Nate." [Naturally. Although she knows everyone, and everyone knows her, in reality she only allegedly knows the one person who not only isn't there, but isn't likely to be there any time in the forseeable financial quarter.]
ME: "I'm sorry. In that case, I can't legally serve you. Can I get you something else to drink?"
*[not his real name]
She put up a small (polite) stink, but in the end, her older companion got his wine, and she got the pineapple juice sans vodka.
Personally, I love the logic. She lives here, so I am supposed to just serve her because of that. No. If she lives here, and she looks the way she looks, she should know that people may well ask her for her ID. Also, if she knows everyone, how comes she doesn't, in fact, know everyone? Many of the people working tonight have been there, literally, for years. Also, if she knows Nate so well, how come she sat at a table, where Nate would never be serving them, as he only works behind the bar, and not at the bar, where Nate would be? We were not busy, there was room at the bar.

Everyone, sing it with me:
[to the tune of "If you're happy and you know it, clap your hands]
"If you order alcohol, show ID.
If you want me to serve you booze, let me see.
If you want to get a drink
Then folks you have to think
That if you look that young you'll need your damn ID!
If you're legal and you're thirsty, show some proof.
If you left your home without it you're a goof.
If you're legal and you know it
and you want a drink, then show it.
Cause the only way you're drinking is with proof!
Thank you. Thank you. I'll be here all week.

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