Last night hubby and I went to T.G.I.Fridays for dinner. It was absolutely groaning with people but we got a table for two and "our server for this evening" came over to introduce herself and her name was Tequila. Really. How did we know this? Cleverly, as well as having it written on her name tag, it was tattooed on her neck. In big letters.
She asked for our drinks order and I had a Diet Coke. Hubby asked for a beer, whereupon she asked him for ID! Really. He's 42. She said he didn't look 42 and wanted to see his ID. Hell, he might not look 42 but he certainly doesn't look 21. Without an ID she refused to serve him alcohol.
We asked to see a manager. The tubby manager waddled up to the table and asked what the problem was. We told her and then she also demanded to see an ID! Eventually we convinced her that he was over 21 and he was allowed a beer, but admonished and told he had to bring an ID next time. Strangely enough, I don't think there'll be a next time.
Haha!! That's awesome!!! I haven't been to a Friday's in many years. Tequila sounds like a winner! I wonder if she's worked herself up to serving at The Rochester Chop House by now?????
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