, the waitress was young, We ordered drinks, she asked Granddaughter and room mate for ID.s they produced them. I was busy trying to read the menu (it had little print - i hate that - there should be a law - we have wheelchair ramps-handicapped parking, why not a law requiring LARGE print for those of us who are a cat's whisker this side of 70). I digress..our waitress kept standing there looking at me. The thought ran through my mind that she had never seen an old gal squint at a menu. I looked up in all my imperial "the queen is not amused glory" and said, "yessss?"
Grandaughter, trying not to break out in hysterical laughter looked at me like she was talking to a senile senior citizen and said, "Mims, she wants to see your ID".
Now, i don't look anyplace close to my age ( i win a lot of bar bets that way) but it's been over a half century since i was old enough to drink. Grandaughter knows that one never knows what to expect from me so was round eyed in anticipation of what was gong to happen next.
I handed my DL to the cute little girl with a straight face. She looked, looked again, held it under the light and looked for the third time, turned pale, then red and started stammering something about how sorry she was as we all came apart in hysterical laughter. The manager hearing the noise came over to see what the problem was. The poor child was mortified, the manager apologized again.
I quit laughing, looked at everybody and said, "Would somebody please tell me why it is so effing funny that i look like i need to be carded." "This young lady obviously is a smart marketer, she just got herself a fifty dollar tip." Our dinner was comped, i tipped the kid 50.00, it will be the story that is told this holiday season to gales of laughter and if i ever have another date , well trust me, i will go to the same restaurant and ask for the same waitress and give her a wink.
Thanks for the intro to your followers on twitter yesterday Mench. It has been my experience that life is too short to get your rompers in knot over much of anything for very long. The last guy i dated i met when he slide into my car on the ice. I was so damn mad that i told him he could just drive 15 miles on the ice to feed my horses in the middle of a snow storm, he did, we ended up having dinner and laughing about the things people would do to meet someone.
Maybe woodle wumps here just wants some attention. After all for some folks negative strokes are better than no strokes at all.
I value our connection Mark. Happy Holidays, I am envious of those from the 12 tribes you guys get two holidays us mutts only get one. Maybe i should retrace my heritage but afraid it would end in a teepee.…