Recently, I ordered a drink at dinner (B ordered a soda) and got carded. “Really?” I said. The waiter insisted, and then when he checked my ID, was all “WHOA, okay, sorry Ma’am.”

imagine the tip.

I’d like suggest that bouncers should be required to take sensitivity training.

I made the mistake of going to a bar near a university in Philly where a band was playing and had a 10 minute argument with a bouncer as to whether or not my id was fake because apparently NO ONE who is MY AGE could ever want to leave their apartment after dark except to . . . I don’t know? What do these bouncers think people over 30 do with their Saturday evenings? Anyway, he finally let me in after making me show him five other forms of id and naming tv shows that were popular in the early 70s.