Can't say I can blame them, what with out litigious society, but that doesn't mean I can't have a little fun with 'em.
I bought some wine (their $6 Chianti is surprisingly good for the price) and the kid asks me for my ID.
Now, some of you that have been fortunate enough to gaze upon my marvelous countenance and physique and know that I'm in superb shape* for someone born right after The Bomb was dropped (Some have said I AM da Bomb
), there's no way I could be mistaken for someone who hasn't had 21 birthdays, unless I was born on February 29th.
While I'm fumbling for my drivers license, I say, slowly, "Frank, if I'm under twenty one and look like this, wouldn't you say I deserved to be able to drink all I wanted?"
I thought he was gonna die he was laughing so hard.
* If you buy this, call me. I've got a bridge to sell ya.