First Impressions

When someone walks up to the bar and you can almost smell them from fifty feet away, it is really hard to force yourself to want to engage them in conversation, no matter how nice they are. Then when you do make your way over to talk to them and the first thing they say is “Hey man! I’m a homeless climber living out of my car, what’s cheap?” The response they can expect is “Hi! Can I see your ID?” Then act totally surprised when they give you an expired, temporary paper driver’s license that is in pieces. I would prefer that he had the proper documentation and spend his money with us, but alas, it was not to be. I did, however, appreciate his positive attitude and would love him to come back after he gets his permanent form of identification from his parent’s house, because that’s where thirty year olds have that sort of thing sent. And when he picks that ID up, if his parents are anything like mine, he will have a fresh stick of deodorant to apply to his underarms, and possibly other regions, before he comes in to get a drink. It would be greatly appreciated.

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