I'm glad that a lot of my friends and acquaintances from grade school, who are younger than me, don't come into my place of work to drink. I've probably said this before but I don't care how "cool" we were in school, if you're not legal, I'm not serving you. I'm positive that you won't come to my rescue when I'm paying my $1000 fine in court.
The funny thing about these infamous underage bar hoppers is that they announce THE DAY on social networks, when they've been 22 for...3 years now. That day's exchange with your bartender's gotta be a little awkward, right? You go out to celebrate your birthday and the bartender offers you shots. After some high-fiveing, they ask how old you are. Could you really hold your head high and say 21?!
Maybe I'm angry because I wasn't a partier in my younger years... Or maybe it's because I'm getting old(er).
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