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Carded

My son Travis and I went out Saturday to purchase some good beer from Total Wine. As I put the Red Hook Longhammer IPA and the high-gravity Rogue India Pale Ale on the cashier’s counter, I was surprised to be asked for my identification! I guess a three year old in tow doesn’t sway some people, eh?

To be fair, the cashier was African-American and I’m not. I know from my experience as an Applebee’s server that its not always easy to judge the age of someone of a different race. Once I carded a balding African American man who was pushing forty. For the rest of his lunch his buddies gave him all kinds of grief for that! Sorry, man, wherever you are!

I probably got carded not so much because of my looks. I’m guessing most 38-year-olds don’t walk around with a backhoe sticker stuck to their shirt (did I mention Travis was with me?)!

  1. I’m pretty sure that I could put a Barney sticker on my forehead and not get carded…

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