We had the Iron Maiden concert last night. Well, the bar didn't have it, but the crowd started pouring in after it finished. While most of the weekend report will be in a thread over on Fratching,, one incident stands out.
We closed our show entrance at 1am the way we usually do. When we do, no more minors can enter the bar.
Me: Door security and at-home drink scientist.
M: Minor.
BF: Boyfriend. Only added for the sake of keeping the letter count down.
(M and BF walk up. BF has a very slight beer tinge to him, but otherwise is walking normally and speaking clearly. One beer in the past hour.)
M: Hi, sweetie!
(Sweetie? Oh, thank Chaos my girlfriend isn't here tonight!)
M: How're you doing tonight?
Me: It's an alright night right now. IDs?
(They show me their IDs. Oops, M was born in December of '89. Sorry.)
Me (to M): Sorry, I can't let you in.
M: Aww, whyyyy?
Me: You're under 21. We've already closed our show entrance, so I won't be able to let you in.
M: But everyplace else let me in with this ID!
(The fuck?)
Me: What're the names of these places, just out of curiosity?
M: I... I don't remember.
(Might have been BF's hotel room for all I know! I look over at BF and explain to him also, mentioning the penalty for a minor in a bar, and he nods.)
M: Oh, alright... You have a good night!
Me: You too. You guys have a good night, okay?
(M and BF walk off. Thank Skippy.)
If they did come from another bar, then I could probably figure out why they let her in anyway: The numbers on the ID were just... tiny. I had to strain to read them, but what I picked up as a '9' probably appeared to be an '8' to someone else.
We closed our show entrance at 1am the way we usually do. When we do, no more minors can enter the bar.
Me: Door security and at-home drink scientist.
M: Minor.
BF: Boyfriend. Only added for the sake of keeping the letter count down.
(M and BF walk up. BF has a very slight beer tinge to him, but otherwise is walking normally and speaking clearly. One beer in the past hour.)
M: Hi, sweetie!
(Sweetie? Oh, thank Chaos my girlfriend isn't here tonight!)
M: How're you doing tonight?
Me: It's an alright night right now. IDs?
(They show me their IDs. Oops, M was born in December of '89. Sorry.)
Me (to M): Sorry, I can't let you in.
M: Aww, whyyyy?
Me: You're under 21. We've already closed our show entrance, so I won't be able to let you in.
M: But everyplace else let me in with this ID!
(The fuck?)
Me: What're the names of these places, just out of curiosity?
M: I... I don't remember.
(Might have been BF's hotel room for all I know! I look over at BF and explain to him also, mentioning the penalty for a minor in a bar, and he nods.)
M: Oh, alright... You have a good night!
Me: You too. You guys have a good night, okay?
(M and BF walk off. Thank Skippy.)
If they did come from another bar, then I could probably figure out why they let her in anyway: The numbers on the ID were just... tiny. I had to strain to read them, but what I picked up as a '9' probably appeared to be an '8' to someone else.
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