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A story about not carding somebody you "know:"
The first apartment I moved into on my own happened to be next door to a Tejano (relevant) bar. Being this cute little blonde haired, blue eyed thing, I attracted a LOT of attention from the guys, and they ALWAYS bought my drinks for me. The bartender also happened to live in the same apartment complex, and "knew" me because we hung out at the pool a lot. On occasion, I would go into the bar and buy my own drinks, if the guys were not there yet.
Drinking age in Texas at the time was 18. I was 17 and still in high school!
Thank goodness nobody ever got caught!
I also managed to stay out of trouble by pretending not to understand Spanish, but listening to everything. When things started sounding rough, I'd excuse myself to the restroom, slip out the back door, through a hole in the fence, and go home. The guys never caught on.
The moral of the story is: "Card Everybody; Trust Nobody!"
The first apartment I moved into on my own happened to be next door to a Tejano (relevant) bar. Being this cute little blonde haired, blue eyed thing, I attracted a LOT of attention from the guys, and they ALWAYS bought my drinks for me. The bartender also happened to live in the same apartment complex, and "knew" me because we hung out at the pool a lot. On occasion, I would go into the bar and buy my own drinks, if the guys were not there yet.
Drinking age in Texas at the time was 18. I was 17 and still in high school!
Thank goodness nobody ever got caught!
I also managed to stay out of trouble by pretending not to understand Spanish, but listening to everything. When things started sounding rough, I'd excuse myself to the restroom, slip out the back door, through a hole in the fence, and go home. The guys never caught on.
The moral of the story is: "Card Everybody; Trust Nobody!"
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