Day… Month… Year… Beer!

I’m checking ID on a group of young guys entering the bar. I check one, give it an okay, but then.

Me: “Wait a minute, lemme see that again.”

Customer: *With a British accent.* “Is there an issue?”

Me: “Just let me see. This is a British ID?”

Customer: “Driver’s license, but yeah.”

Me: “Nice try. If this were an American ID, you’d be twenty-one. But this is British, so I know it goes day-month-year. You’re not twenty-one yet.”

Customer: “Oh, come on! Back in England, I’ve been able to drink for two years!”

Me: “Then feel free to go back there and enjoy it. Here in America, you gotta be twenty-one. Nice try, though! Almost got me.”

The group of guys starts walking away dejectedly.

Customer’s Friend #1: “We had to go to the one bar with a bouncer who’s travelled!”

Customer’s Friend #2: “I don’t think it would have worked anyway, lads. By the time he’d have got to my ID, he’d be wondering why I was born on the thirtieth month of the year…”