With my birthday coming up, I wanted to relay a story that happened the day before my 41st birthday.
I was at a big box store, and when beer went across the scanner, the machine beeped, and I was asked for my ID. Here is the message at the register.
Needless to say, that completely made my day! (Of course the grammar/punctuation checker in me screamed out at the quotation marks around the number. Then again this store also has cringe-worthy “10 items or less” signs.)
That got me thinking about the first time I was ever carded: my 22nd birthday.
Now I know my ma might try to argue with me, so I wanted to tell the story of my 21st birthday.
Ma and Tom were incredibly generous and took me and two friends out to see Tom’s cousin perform and drink (why is this the second alcohol-related story I’ve told about them?). We weren’t carded at the door as expected, so Ma told the bouncer it was my 21st birthday, so they had me pull out my ID. That doesn’t count!
We had a lot of fun that night!
Flash forward nine years, when I first moved to England and I worked as a bar maid at a pool hall until my coursework became too strenuous. I was told by management that I was supposed to card everyone that looked too young, because if there was a violation, the bar wouldn’t pay my fine. I responded that I was gong to card everyone since they all looked too young – completely understandable with the drinking age being only 18! There is an added hitch to this policy: Because there is no requirement to carry ID in the UK, even when driving, no one does. If I challenged someone, it meant I would have to kick them out because even if they were old enough, they wouldn’t be able to prove it.
Fortunately for all of us, my coworkers agreed I wouldn’t have door duties, so the problem was averted.
What a strange twist to an American – being placed in a situation where it would be a bad thing to be carded!
When was the last time you got carded? or How did you celebrate your 21st birthday? Am I the only one to celebrate that day with parents?