Tonight I went country dancing with some friends. Yeah, you read that correctly. But that’s not the point I need to make. I lost my wallet about a week ago. Its somewhere between El Rey’s on Washington and my house. But again, not the point. The point is, I don’t have a driver’s license.
So tonight, I realize this upon my arrival at Wild West. (Yeah, its called Wild West). Again… not the freaking point. Pay attention. Here’s how the deal went down…
I walk in. I advise the women at the door that I lost my wallet and truly don’t have anything with my birthday on it. She stares at me for a second. To which I say “Go ahead, tell me I don’t look 21. Please. Make my day that way.” She doesn’t pause, waves me in.
You know what, I think she’s a bitch.