I Mask Ask You To Leave

I am the youngest manager and bartender at our whiskey, craft beer, and cigar bar; I’m almost twenty-five. I get surprised looks sometimes when I talk to customers about whiskey, but nearly no one looks down on me, and I take my work with pride. Sometimes, I can even joke that the best whiskey is older than I am.

An older gentleman comes in right when we open one Friday.

Me: “Do you have a mask on you?”

Gentleman: “No, I don’t.”

Me: “I’m sorry, sir, but due to our policy, I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”

He seems like a good sport, but when he turn around, he murmurs:

Gentleman: “I’ve been coming in here since before you were born.”

I started as a server right after the restaurant opened. I may be young, but I’m not four years old, sir.