The title says it all.
Me: Sure, I can magically read someone's birthday. I'm a shinigami from Death Note. Riiiight.
EW: Birthday girl. God, I sensed a strong presence of The Derp in her.
T: Running the show entrance without an iron fist. You just know one of these days she's gonna snap.
EW and her (I'm guessing) boyfriend walk up to my door. I card them... and boyfriend has his, but girlfriend immediately tells me she doesn't have her ID and asks if there's gonna be a problem with that.
Me: There is, unfortunately. I can't let you in through my door without an ID.
EW: But it's my birthday today! I'm turning 33 today! Can't you just let me slide?
Me: No, because if the police show up and you don't have an ID, we all get in trouble and you get the worst of it. We just get fined, but you end up in jail for a day.
EW: *in a really whiny voice* Come oooooonnnnnn!
Me: The only thing I can recommend is if you talk to T over at the show entrance and get marked as a minor. It means you can't drink, though.
EW: Oh, alright...
Close to the end of the night, EW is busted with a drink because a friend of hers inside bought her one. She and her boyfriend get thrown out, and I'm told not to let them back in. Okay, alright, sure. EW's boyfriend argues with T some more, and as far as EW herself goes, cue the protest directed at me.
EW: Look, I don't want to get y'all in trouble. I just wanted to drink.
Amazingly enough, I'm still calm. Might have had something to do with the fact that I was looking forward to the last bit of Parrot Bay I had at the house.
Me: I know, but no matter what bar you go to down here, you need ID to drink. We even have signs posted at the entrances saying so.
EW: I know, and look at this.
EW shows me the minor marks on her hands.
EW: Do you have any idea how humiliating this is?
Me: Personally, no. I've always carried my ID with me if I'm going out drinking because I know I'm going to get carded, especially if it's my birthday.
EW: How old are you?
Me: 31. 32 in November.
EW: And how would you feel if you had these marks on your hands?
Me: Considering the last time I had minor marks on my hands was when I was 19, I wouldn't care.
I pull out a cigarette and hand it to EW, she accepts, and we smoke for a while. Eventually, the two of them drive off.
Me: Sure, I can magically read someone's birthday. I'm a shinigami from Death Note. Riiiight.
EW: Birthday girl. God, I sensed a strong presence of The Derp in her.
T: Running the show entrance without an iron fist. You just know one of these days she's gonna snap.
EW and her (I'm guessing) boyfriend walk up to my door. I card them... and boyfriend has his, but girlfriend immediately tells me she doesn't have her ID and asks if there's gonna be a problem with that.
Me: There is, unfortunately. I can't let you in through my door without an ID.
EW: But it's my birthday today! I'm turning 33 today! Can't you just let me slide?
Me: No, because if the police show up and you don't have an ID, we all get in trouble and you get the worst of it. We just get fined, but you end up in jail for a day.
EW: *in a really whiny voice* Come oooooonnnnnn!
Me: The only thing I can recommend is if you talk to T over at the show entrance and get marked as a minor. It means you can't drink, though.
EW: Oh, alright...
Close to the end of the night, EW is busted with a drink because a friend of hers inside bought her one. She and her boyfriend get thrown out, and I'm told not to let them back in. Okay, alright, sure. EW's boyfriend argues with T some more, and as far as EW herself goes, cue the protest directed at me.
EW: Look, I don't want to get y'all in trouble. I just wanted to drink.
Amazingly enough, I'm still calm. Might have had something to do with the fact that I was looking forward to the last bit of Parrot Bay I had at the house.
Me: I know, but no matter what bar you go to down here, you need ID to drink. We even have signs posted at the entrances saying so.
EW: I know, and look at this.
EW shows me the minor marks on her hands.
EW: Do you have any idea how humiliating this is?
Me: Personally, no. I've always carried my ID with me if I'm going out drinking because I know I'm going to get carded, especially if it's my birthday.
EW: How old are you?
Me: 31. 32 in November.
EW: And how would you feel if you had these marks on your hands?
Me: Considering the last time I had minor marks on my hands was when I was 19, I wouldn't care.
I pull out a cigarette and hand it to EW, she accepts, and we smoke for a while. Eventually, the two of them drive off.
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