Seeing Double Before The Beer Even Arrives
I go out for dinner with a few friends at a local sports bar-type restaurant. We’re all regulars at the restaurant, so we recognize most of the staff, but we’re also not THOSE customers who assume every staff member will recognize us.
We’re seated, and a server we don’t recognize comes by to introduce the specials and take our drink orders. Being a bunch of guys in our mid- to late twenties, we order a round of beers.
The server turns to my friend who has a baby face.
Server: “Sir, I’m afraid I can’t serve you.”
Baby-Face: “Why not?”
Server: *With a bit of a scoff* “You’re obviously too young for beer.”
Baby-Face: “I have my ID right here.”
He holds his driver’s license out, but the server doesn’t even glance at it.
Server: “How do I know it’s not fake?”
We immediately ask for a manager, but the server refuses to get someone, so we all turn to [Baby-Face], who stares at the server while taking his phone out of his pocket and making a call.
Baby-Face: *On the phone* “Hey, man. You mind coming out to table [number]?”
A few moments later, the restaurant manager appears. He looks EXACTLY like [Baby-Face]… because they are identical twins. The server realizes what’s happening and goes white.
Baby-Face: “Your new server refused to even look at my ID when I ordered a beer, and she basically accused me of using a fake ID when I tried to show it to her.”
Manager: “[Server]… head to my office. We’ll talk about the proper handling of ID for alcohol sales… again.”
The manager made an exaggerated show of checking [Baby-Face] — his identical twin brother’s — ID, to the delight of us and a few nearby tables who had witnessed the entire thing. He got another server to take care of our table for the night and headed back to the office.
We never saw our first server the rest of the night, and [Baby-Face] later confirmed that his brother — the restaurant manager — had decided to let her go after too many incidents over ID and alcohol sales.