I’m at the bar, kid comes up, orders a Captain and Coke. He looks young. I say, could I see your ID, please? He grabs his wallet, pulls out his ID, hands it to me, then looks away. I check the ID. Wait a second, the ID says he’s 19!!!
Dude, I say. You gave me your real ID. This one says you’re 19. He looks down at his wallet, as if, hoping, he could rewind the situation, and give me his fake.
From my heart to yours,
Clint Curtis. Bartender.