(Customers have the option of buying a single-ride coupon or an unlimited rides ticket. It’s a particularly busy day, and the queue line on my ride is over 45 minutes long. The ride has just finished and most people are exiting, except for two customers.)

Me: “Hey, gentlemen, the exit is out that way, when you’re ready.”

Customer #1: “We’re staying on for another go.”

Me: “I’m sorry, but you will have to line up again to ride, especially since it’s so busy.”

Customer #2: “But we have these.” *shows me his unlimited rides ticket* “See, unlimited.”

Me: “Yes, you can go on multiple rides in the park, but you still have to line up every time. It’s only fair.”

Customer #2: “But we have these!”

Me: “As do most of the people in this queue, sir.”

(On cue, most of the guests in the queue started waving their tickets at the pair. They finally left.)

(I’m coming into the park through the backstage area to go to my attraction. I’m in full uniform. A security guard stops me at the gate.)

Security Guard: “Can I see your ID?”

Me: “Oh, uh, sure.” *gives him ID*

Security Guard: “We got a call that a guest was walking around backstage and you match the description.”

(Without taking into account that I’m obviously wearing a themed outfit for an attraction, not to mention I JUST handed him my employee ID, he still calls his supervisor.)

Security Guard: “Ah, never mind. Looks like they found her. Have a good day!” *gives me ID back*

Me: “Uh, thanks?”

(He never seemed to realize his mistake!)

(I am on a middle school field trip. I am 14 and am noticing boys who I think maybe I could date. At the theme park in the town, there is a guy manning a shop. He looks 16, so not too old for me to flirt with. I should mention I look older at the time because I’m well-endowed. We chat for a bit…)

Me: “So, I’m gonna have to leave soon. We have to meet up with our teachers to get ready to go.”

Guy: “Okay. Can I give you my number?”

Me: “Sure!”

(I take his number and notice there’s other business numbers.)

Me: “Huh? How many jobs do you have?”

Guy: “Oh! I do the photography thing on my own. It’s just a side job.”

Me: “Wait… How old are you?”

Guy: “26. How… How old are you?”

Me: “14!”

Guy: “Oh, my GOD! I thought you were 18 and on a high school trip!”

Me: “Middle School! I thought you were 16! ”

Guy: “Yeah, that happens a lot. I’m so sorry…”

Me: “You’re not the first to think I’m older, too.”

(The man was thoroughly disgusted with himself when he learned my real age! I’d had a friend with me the whole time, who subsequently laughed her butt off.)

(It is my first year working at the amusement park. I am 16 years old. I work hard in the area I was placed in, always show up on time or early, and get along great with my coworkers. Towards the end of the year I get called into the office by my manager.)

Manager: “Ah, [My Name], there you are! You have been a model employee and you work like two of your coworkers combined. Do you plan to come back and work next year?”

Me: “Yes, ma’am. I really love working here.”

Manager: “Good! Good, I plan to make you the manager next year because I’ve been bumped up to area manager.”

Me: *slightly confused* “But… I’ve only been here for one season and I know [Coworker #1] and [Coworker #2] have been working here for years! Shouldn’t they have the manager job?”

Manager: *snorting* “They both slack off too much! You work harder than them both! So are you going to take the manager job or not?”

Me: *timidly* “But isn’t there an age requirement for being a manager?”

Manager: “Yes, but it’s only 18, and you’re like 25, so it’s no problem.”

Me: “But… I’m 16… I’ll only be 17 next year.”

Manager: *stares at me blankly for a few seconds before angrily waving me out* “Oh s***, I completely forgot. Get out!”

Me: “Yes, [Manager].”

(I leave and head to the back where my coworkers are waiting.)

Coworker #1: “Did you get into trouble?”

Coworker #3: “I bet she got in trouble.”

Coworker #2: *in a sing-song voice* “She’s in troubleeee!”

Me: “Nah, [Manager] just tried to give me the manager’s position next year.”

(My coworkers’ jaws drop.)

Coworker #1: “Did you take the job?! The pay raise would be awesome! And you’ve only been here a season. That is a hell of a feat!”

Coworker #3: “I wish I was offered that job…”

Me: “I didn’t take it. [Manager] forgot I don’t meet the age requirement.”

Coworker #2: *suddenly goes dead still* “Wait… What do you mean you don’t meet the age requirement?”

Coworker #1: “Yeah, aren’t you 21?”

Me: *suddenly very curious* “How old do you all think I am?”

(They all make various guesses between 21 up to 25. I burst into a fit of laughter before collecting myself.)

Me: *still laughing a bit* “Guys, I am 16. I am still in high school!”

Coworker #3: “Oh, s***, man!”

(While the rest are laughing and talking about how they had no clue about my real age Coworker #2 has gone rigid and looks horrified. After a few moments while the rest of us are still chattering he yells out.)

Coworker #2: “Oh, my god! *runs out the back of the building*

(Everyone stops and stares in shock.)

Me: “Wait… How old is [Coworker #2]?”

Coworker #1: “He’s 22.”

Me: “Oh, s***! I thought he was 18!”

(Coworker #2 and I had been flirting with each other almost all year. I thought he was 18, and he thought I was 21. When he realized I was under age he had quite the reaction!)

(My best friend and I have gone together to a theme park in June. It’s a few weeks before schools are due to break up. We are both 25, but my friend is very petite and is frequently mistaken for a 12 year old. When out together, I’ve been mistaken for her mother more than once. Whilst we’re eating a woman walks past and glares at me.)

Woman: *to me* “You should be ashamed of yourself!”

Me: “Excuse me?”

Woman: “Taking your daughter out of school to take her to a theme park! You can be fined for that, you know, or even jailed!”

Me: “Ma’am, I think you—”

Woman: “And you must have had her when you were a TEENAGER! Teenage pregnancies outside of wedlock! What a disgrace! This country is going to the dogs.”

(She continues on in a similar vein, drawing stares from others around us. I’m opening my mouth to protest again when my friend cuts in.)

Friend: “Oh, for f***’s sake, lady! I’m 25, and so is my friend. I’m not a tween, or a truant, or any of that other crap, and she isn’t a teenage mother! So, how about you go away and let us eat our food in peace!”

(The woman turned very red. She mumbled an apology, and then walked away.)