About 20 years ago in Tucson, I was going to a dive bar with my wife and there was a door man checking IDs. He was a normal looking white guy and my wife and I were normal looking white people. We were pretty obviously over 21.
He looks at my driver license and says the photo doesn't look like me so I have to sign my name in a log book (the photo did look like me). Whatever. I just scribble on the line some gobbledygook. He says that doesn't match the signature on the license so I have to do it again. Like I'm going to give some faggot little door man my real signature.
I tell him to fuck off and we leave and go somewhere else.
Looks like I fucked up and should have cried about it or something.
My own stupid anecdote:
About 20 years ago in Tucson, I was going to a dive bar with my wife and there was a door man checking IDs. He was a normal looking white guy and my wife and I were normal looking white people. We were pretty obviously over 21.
He looks at my driver license and says the photo doesn't look like me so I have to sign my name in a log book (the photo did look like me). Whatever. I just scribble on the line some gobbledygook. He says that doesn't match the signature on the license so I have to do it again. Like I'm going to give some faggot little door man my real signature.
I tell him to fuck off and we leave and go somewhere else.
Looks like I fucked up and should have cried about it or something.