A suspiciously young looking guy tries to order a beer at a Vietnamese restaurant. I, a ravishingly handsome man, am working that fateful afternoon.

Me: Hi, can I start you off with anything to drink?

Guy: Yeah, can I get a beer?

Classic rookie mistake.  Just order the beer instead of asking for a beer first. I let it slide for now.

Me : …Uh yeah, what can I get you?

Guy: Can I get a Canadian?

Me : Sure, Can I see your ID?

The suspiciously young looking guy presents a flimsy looking Saskatchewan driver’s license. I, a well seasoned veteran about fake Saskatchewan I.Ds, already know what a real I.D looks like, and this does not look real. Already skeptical about his young demeanor, and that the young man ordered a Canadian over a Pilsner, the choice brew of any wheat harvesting Saskatchewaner, I examine the I.D carefully.

Me : Oh cool, you’re from Regina?

Guy: Yeah.

I sense an uneasiness in his voice.

Me : What high school did you go to?

Guy : (hesitates) I didn’t go to high school there.

Me: But this I.D says that you’re 19 and that it was issued 2 years ago. Why did you get a Saskatchewan I.D while in high school, but not go to school there?

Guy: …

Me : Sorry, I can’t serve you alcohol today, can I get you anything else?

Guy: Water.

Me: Ok, I’ll be right back.

I walk away with a delighted grin on my face.

Me (in my head) : AWWWW YEAAAHHH. Shit son, you just got served! Or not served, if ya know what I’m saying.  Don’t be coming up in here with that weak shit. Not in my house. Get your story straight before you mess with me again. Grow a beard or something, kid. You look like a baby.

I start doing a jig in my head to disco music.