9/25. I worked in a steak restaurant and my co worker lost her ID at the bar next door one night after work, one week later a girl came in and tried to order a drink from the bartender using my co workers ID. Busted!
10/25. Once, a girl came in and put down an ID that said Brittany for her name. She was wearing a necklace in her cleavage that said "Jessica." Whoops…
11/25. Preface: in England legal drinking age is 18, but it's pretty common to start going to pubs at 16.
So, barman me has 3 obviously 16 year olds walk in on a quiet weekday afternoon. One of them comes up to order, and manages to spit out his order in between nervous "ums..." and "ers..."
Now is a chance for literal karma, as some kindly barman served me when I was his age.
"Listen," I say, "That was pretty terrible. You've got to be more confident if you're gonna pull this off. Why don't you go sit down, think about what you're gonna say, and then come back and try again?"
So, back he goes, nervously chats to his also nervous buddies, and then comes back.
Sure enough, this time his voice doesn't break, and he successfully returns to his table with beer.
I was so proud. Like an alcoholic father.
12/25. A third time, I had a kid come in who put down some liquor and I was like, "ID please, and for your friend over there too." So the kid pulls out his ID and says, "Yo, Brandon, he needs your ID." The kid named Brandon puts down an ID with a different name...