I was at a baseball game in Yankee Stadium, when I decided to get myself a hot dog. As I stood up, my husband asked me to buy him a beer. The young clerk at the concession stand asked to see verification of age.
"You've got to be kidding," I said. "I'm almost 40 years old."
He apologized, but he said he had to see some ID, it was policy.
When I showed him my driver's license, the clerk served me the beer. "That will be $6.25, please." he said.
I gave him $7.00 and told him to keep the change. "The tip's for carding me," I said.
He put the change into his tip cup and replied, "Thanks."
And as I walked away, I heard him add, "Works every time."
"You've got to be kidding," I said. "I'm almost 40 years old."
He apologized, but he said he had to see some ID, it was policy.
When I showed him my driver's license, the clerk served me the beer. "That will be $6.25, please." he said.
I gave him $7.00 and told him to keep the change. "The tip's for carding me," I said.
He put the change into his tip cup and replied, "Thanks."
And as I walked away, I heard him add, "Works every time."