The woes of bars and underage alkies
I work on a bar in a certain city leading the world in teen pregnancies. Naturally, we get our fair share of genetic rejects. The crowning glory is a 'young-looking' man who kept coming in when I was on duty and fully fits the description of 'codswalloping fucknugget'.

Several times did he come into the bar.
An equal number of times did I ask him for ID.
A very, very similar amount of times did I get a mouthful of sweary abuse for my troubles.

Eventually, he appeared one night in a group. Came up to the bar and I asked the usual question. Lo and behold, he produced a passport and handed it to me. I silently prepared to take back the cold stares I'd given him for darkening my workplace and the threat I though he posed to our license.

Then I looked at the birthdate.

He was born in 1991.

He still isn't 18.

Was told not to return to the premises until 20th of September 2009, passing manager confirmed this by threat of police, he left. Sweet peace at last.
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