Got Proof of Age?

After work, I needed wine. Something about being around it, listening to people talking about it and drinking it made me want to stick my nose in one of those glasses, smell, swivel and savor.

No such luck for employees.

So when I was off my shift, I went straight for the next restaurant to wind down with a wine glass.

The bartender, right when he was about to pour the deliciously smelling Malbec, looked up into my eyes. Bottle down. So close.

"Umm, how old are you?" he queries.

I know where this is going. My hand is already reaching for the straps of my purse. "Sorry, almost forgot." Rifle, search, locate wallet.

"I'm 26. Wanna see some ID?"

The bartender's eyes widen just a smidge before "Yeah, please."

He inspects the card in his hand as the rest do; they do the math twice, just in case, look at the picture, look at my face and incredulously give me my driver's license back. They consider asking for something else, but I smile and reassure them. Anyways, if it was a fake, it would have been a damned good one.

"You don't look 26."

"Yeah I know. What if I had told you I was 22 or 23?"

"I wouldn't have IDed you."

Go figure. One of the perks to looking Asian, I guess!