Asking me for ID before entering a pub? Me, the oldest person in the place? At least he is being thorough. Perhaps.
I’m in Brisbane for a few more days, delivering production support. Last week I was here to deliver training. So naturally I like to spend my travel allowance wisely. Where wiser than the local backpacker bar.
Would you believe $10 for a plate of food and a pint of beer? Considering that a normal main starts at $11 (which is hardly highway robbery) $10 for food + beer is tops.
Naturally, I’ve been here every night last week and this week.
Only today, the night of Melbourne Cup Day, have I been asked for ID. I’m 195cm and 110kg. Last time I was asked for ID I showed my learner’s licence (I learnt to drive at 19, OK!)
I don’t mind too much if someone asks for ID. The fact that he asked me shows that he door bitch had the right amount of confidence. I used to work in a bottle shop and when we asked for ID we didn’t take no answer for an answer.
But before I showed my interstate licence I had to ask how old he thought I was. After some hesitation he said “28?” Not bad for a 41-year-old.
Then I thought… what a flirt! 🙂 Then I thought… maybe I should stop dressing like a teenager, sad git.