So last night I make the 90 minute trip to Annville to see some friends I haven't seen in years. A mini reunion of sorts, if you will.
I arrive early, so I stop in to see dad. Surprise!
I head on over to the restaurant/bar and I'm there about 10 minutes early. I sit at the bar, ask for a glass of wine, and I'm carded. Sure. No problem. I open my wallet, and lo and behold, I've left my ID in my other purse. I tell the bartender that the owners know me and can vouch for me, so she asks the one who is there. Apparently, he tells her it's up to her whether she wants to serve me or not. Of course, she says no.
I call my husband and ask him to please check my purse for my ID when he gets home, because I'm more concerned about having lost my license than having a glass of wine.
Then I remember that I have a pouch full of cards that I only rarely use, and in it is my expired license. I give it to the bartender. She looks at it, and says no.
Okay, no booze. I can deal, I'm driving anyway.
A couple of minutes later she asks me, "Are you meeting people here?"
"Yes, I am."
"Well, you can't sit at the bar without an ADULT."
At this point I promptly give her the whatthefuck look of death, mumble something under my breath and storm out of the place. Seriously, if this is the way your restaurant is going to treat customers that you have known since childhood, then maybe I don't want to eat there.
I get in my car and call my dad - a regular at said establishment - and he's as pissed as I am.
I then phone my friends who have since arrived and tell them I refuse to eat there. While sympathetic, they don't indicate the desire to change venues and I reluctantly come back inside and go upstairs to our reserved area.
When dinner is over, I see my dad wandering around the restaurant.
"What are you doing here?"
"Oh," he says, "I wasn't doing much and I found this and thought I'd bring it to you."
He hands me my birth certificate.
I laugh, but really, this bitch of a bartender is not going to budge because the letter of the law says I have to show her a valid driver's license. Besides, it wasn't the not being served part that pissed me off, it was being told that I needed an ADULT to accompany me, especially since I'm pretty sure I'm older than she is.
I doubt I'll be back there. Ever.