Today I decided to have a pub lunch, just for a change. So took myself off to one of those well known themed pubs in a nearby town. Not been there before, walked in, seemed nice enough and went up to the bar to be served...
Now I am not sure whether to call this flattery or not but for the first time ever I was asked to prove my age and ID before the barperson would serve me. I was somewhat speechless by this request, but dug out the old and slightly worn passport and handed it over. The barperson opened it, looked at it, then went a lovely shade of beetroot, handed it back full of apologies...lol
Had a lovely chicken tikka and cider..very nice lunch..sadly not on the house, but being mistaken for being under 18 when you are 40 is better than nothing I spose...the barperson was beetrrot colour til I left..poor thing...lol