I dyed my hair "Hot Hot Pink"
I went to the charity casino near here (Ontario) with a friend, around 3am on a weekday, when it's dead.

I'd brought my (US) passport because it's easier to use as an ID than trying to remove my driver's license from the little ID pocket in my wallet.

The security guard ID's me (I'm 25 & apparently I look 12...), and I hand him my passport. He doesn't even open it. He tells me he can't accept it because it's not a valid Canadian ID. I argue that the LCBO (ie. liquor store) accepts it as valid ID, and they're actually a government business. No dice. Cue me patting my jacket pocket and discovering that my wallet's in the car. I go out to the car, get the wallet, manage to wrest the license from its depths...

My hair colour on the license is listed as brown, and in the picture it's brown. The guy gives me trouble about it. Then he complains that he can't run it through the scanner to make sure it's valid and I'm not some sort of criminal, or banned (because it's scratched). Him IDing me lasts for about 15 minutes, while he puts scotch tape on my license, rubs it in his hair, etc (all those things clerks try when your credit/debit card doesn't work). He doesn't even card my friend, who's 5 years younger than me.

We're there thirty minutes, and I run out to the car to get some tylenol, leaving my wallet with my friend at the slot machines. Cue the guard ID'ing me again. Repeat process with problems with passport as ID. Except, now, my wallet's *in* the casino, and he's refusing to either a.) escort me to it, or b.) call my friend to the counter over the intercom.

(20 minutes later) Thankfully, she comes looking for me, problem solved. Another 15 minutes go by, and she wants her jacket from my car. For some reason, I go out and get it. Repeat entire carding process, with me wresting my license from my wallet and presenting it to the guard.

We hang around for about an hour, and I leave to go to the car to get some feminine products. On the way, I *talk* to the guard to explain that I will be right back. He nods.

I come back. He ID's me again, telling me he's never seen me before. I was very polite before, but this time... I lost it. I grab my friend, and head for the door, shouting with disbelief...

"HOW MANY WOMEN DO YOU HAVE COMING IN AND OUT OF HERE WITH HOT PINK HAIR?!"

Jerk.
(Ecclesia, Thu 12 May 2005, 14:04, Reply)