My Very Own Moment for “Overheard In Philly”…
…but of course, I’m posting it here instead of there.
I was walking home from the trolley stop apres-the-ball-game, and a gaggle of young women were behind me, studying their fake IDs to be ready for that bouncer-administered quiz that—at least in my experience—is more myth than reality. I mean, did you ever get quizzed on your home address by a bouncer inspecting your license before letting you into a club? I never did.
So anyway, one young lady is chanting to herself. “I live in Radnor, PA, 19087. One Nine Oh Eight Seven. One nine oh eight seven…”
“Hey look!” says the other. “I’m an organ donor!”
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Actually I have been tested by bouncers!! My boyfriend used to work the door at a club and would take great pleasure in quizzing obviously underage club-goers on their faux-id facts. The best question of all — ask not only their birthday, but what their sign is… gets ‘em almost everytime, poor things.
Bartender/bar owner here. Every 3 years we have to take a “blue card” class & the instructor passes out IDs, some fake & some real, to everyone in the class. We have to review our IDs. Very rarely, someone will know what they’re talking about.
And then we go back to work & only card the kids who order strawberry daiquiris or pina coladas. I mean, come on; what adult drinks that stuff? lol