Big events such as concerts and football weekends bring customers who are looking for a good time and the booze that will help them along. Sometimes, with the crowd comes the uninvited guest, the dreaded alcohol police. Usually, someone in will sense their presence and alert the town's alcohol dealers. But every once in a while, they'll get rather sneaky and plan an ambush during a particularly busy weekend. The last big home game landed a couple bartenders in jail. They send underage undercover agents into the bars. Once they're served, anyone behind the bar is out.
When the word gets out about the ABC sneak attack, I naturally get nervous. I feel like I can judge age pretty well but... More often than I like, I get the girls who cake on the make up as well as guys with so much facial hair, they could have been Brad Pitt and I would have never known.
Most of the time, I card everyone. I'm met with giggles and enthusiasm, "Oh Yeah! I'll show you my I.D. Woop, Woop." I do my courtesy laugh but really, just hand over the plastic. I'm not going to risk going to jail because your tanning bed habit misleads me. And if, for whatever reason, you forget your I.D., please don't ask me to just TRUST you. Seriously, we can't even trust that you'll tip... Oh and one more thing: Keep in mind that it is not OUR fault that you forgot your identification or that you were born before 1988. Are you promising to bail us out of jail? I didn't think so. So tip for the service we are legally allowed to give. You should have drank before you came (and let your DD drive).
Occasionally, I go with my gut instinct and don't mold my fingers into the "card" shape. I always second guess myself though. I had a couple that came in the other night that had me sweating bullets.
The guy was obviously older but the girl...on the border. I swore I saw some pre-30 wrinkles creeping in but it could have been clumps of foundation but I took them their drinks anyway. For the next 40-45 min., I was freaking out because the whole time they were eating, she didn't touch her wine.
I was just imagining myself taking them their ticket, only to be met by the alphabet monsters. It was not a good feeling. Luckily, she drank her wine, they paid, they left, and nothing happened... unless they're planning on picking me up at my house. In which case, my next entry may be from prison.
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