The numbers game

wineNot so long ago, my pal and I went out for dinner. We were sitting at the bar, ordered some wine and heard this: “Can I see some I.D.?”

We burst out laughing.

“Don’t even start with that,” my friend said.

“Yeah. We could be your mothers,” I added. “If we were extremely young and irresponsible when we had you, but biologically, it is possible that we could be your mothers.”

“Seriously, ladies. I.D., please.”

“I guess this anti-sag cream is working better than I thought,” I said to my friend.

“Or he’s Ray Charles,” she said.

“Look,” the cute bartender said. “The law is this. Do I think you’re under twenty-one? No. But if I think you’re under twenty-six, I’m supposed to card you.”

“And you really think we’re under twenty-six?” my friend asked.

“I’d say closer to thirty, but I want to play it safe,” he answered.

My friend and I looked at each other, then back at the bartender. “I accept,” I said, handing over my license.

“You’re getting a huge tip,” my pal added.

You gotta hand it to that guy. He had us made the second we walked in the door.  ; )

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