Their Service Is Going Down (Under)

(My father, brother and I are on a trip across the states, doing our best to try as many burgers and local beers as we can. We go to a restaurant for some dinner and some beers. We are all 21 or above.)

Server: “Can I get you guys started with any drinks?”

Dad: “Sure, we’ll get three [Craft Beer].”

Server: “Okay! Can I just see some ID from you two first?” *looking at me and my brother*

Both Of Us: “Sure.” *hands him our Australian ID which we have been using everywhere without fail thus far*

Server: “Oooohhh, since this is a college town, we only accept American identification.”

Dad: “But… we aren’t American.”

Server: “Yeah… do you have any other ID?”

Dad: “Well, our hotel is just across the parking lot. We could just go get our passports.”

Server: “Are they American passports?”

All Of Us: “No…”

Server: “Yeaaahh… then I can’t use that either.”

Dad: “So, let me get this straight. We can enter the country and get through Homeland Security with these passports… but we can’t buy a bloody beer in Flagstaff? Is that right?”

Server: *with a large grin across his face* “Yep!”

Dad: “Do you realise how stupid that is?”

Server: “I don’t think so. We get a lot of fake IDs in a college town.”

Dad: “Has anyone ever come in here with an Australian license, paired with an accent?”

Server: “No…”

(Needless to say, we had all the free refills of Dr. Pepper to wash down the most disgusting chicken wings we have ever tasted. The server later approached us as we were leaving.)

Server: “Hey guys, I’m really sorry about the whole ID thing. If you’re in town at five pm tomorrow I’d be happy to buy you guys a beer.”

Dad: “Thanks, [Server], I do appreciate that. But how will we all get a beer if we don’t have American IDs?”

Server: “Good point.” *looks at shoes*

(The next night we went to a brewery/grill on the other side of town, and got served beers all night.)