So its 1974, and I\'m working as a dishwasher at a restaurant/bar in Clayton,
Missouri called Walter Mitty\'s.
One night, the bouncer doesn\'t show up and the boss comes back to the kitchen
and tells me to go out and check IDs at the door. I reminded my boss that I
was only 19 and maybe there was someone who was of legal age who might be
better for this task.
\"Look, just get out to the door and check everyone\'s ID no matter how old
they look and everything will be fine.\"
Which it was until about 10:30 when 3 men immediately familiar to me appeared
at the door.
\"Mr. Gibson, Mr. McCarver, Mr. Shannon, er sorry, but I\'m going to need to see
some identification.\"
I will never forget that all three graciously fished out their driver\'s
licenses.
After the bar closed down and the staff was cleaning out the taps, my boss
came up to me and asked \"What the f--k were you doing checking Gibson and
McCarver\'s ID?\"