I was with my husband at a footballl game when I decided to
get myself some tacos. 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."
She apologized, but she said she had to insist.
When I showed her my driver's license, the clerk served me
the beer. "That will be $4.25."
I gave her $5 and told her to keep the change. "The tip's for
carding me," I said.
She put the change into her tip cup. "Thanks," she said.
"Works every time."
