Jeff getting ID'd is a compliment. I usually am there before security rolls in but they ask everyone, it's nothing personal at all. I think it has something to do with If they get audited and have people drinking with no IDs they get fined or lose their license...someone broke it down to me before cuz I thought they over do it sometimes.
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I wish it was because I looked too young, but cripes I'll be 56 this month and I have gray hair and wrinkles. You saw me, I think....do I look too young to be in there? I guess I'll rant here for those close to the situation to review...
I'd been there 4 hours playing Change some 9ball. He went to smoke and I went to move my car from the middle of the lot now that things had died down. When I came back this tall guy ids me at the age line. I didn't believe he was a real security guy as he looked too young. I asked who he was, he told me (I felt like laughing---I thought his shirt was a fashion statement...really), I help up my ID and he said OK, without even looking at it, so he obviously knew I wasn't too young to be in there. He was throwing his weight around just cuz he could, imho.
So, why the id request, then? What good did it do? What? am I from another planet? what, do I need papers to play pool now? wtf!?!
So, I'm telling Chang about it while pointing at the guy. We're in the middle of a match, I'm up three games (only $5 a game, but I haven't gambled in years so I actually felt motivated to play! i'm thinking, boy I'm coming back here and competing this summer, this is just what I need.), I get down to break and I hear someone talking close to me.. I finally think, what the hell, and stand up. There is that same tall skinny "security" kid getting into my face (!!!) asking me if I have problem from getting IDed! Right as I'm about to break! He's sharking me!
So, I stand up and say, "Are you talking to me?" in a (naturally) pissy voice as he is interrupting our play and wasting our table time, etc. He gives me shit (You got a problem? in a pig kinda way) so I say, Yeah I got a problem---I'm 55 years old, fug you. You don't need to see my id (remember he already saw it per his request...that is, I COMPLIED WITH HIS REQUEST ALREADY, so what's HIS problem?)
Everybody's gotta show their id (as per Jason's post, they don't and I figured such) he says again, followed by What's your problem with that? I said, This is America. You know what the little neo-nazi says? He says "So what?" That is the straw that broke the camel's back.
So what?!?, says I, followed by a series of FUG YOU (repeated about 10 times as I packed up my stuff).
I threw Chang $20 for table time, told him to forget the bets and stomped out the door. We were planning on staying till 2 and spending money.
Jon, you can't let this control-freak ***** ruin your business like that. You'd better train theses guys a little better or you'll lose business, for sure. I play pool to get away from the control-freaks, not to engage 'em.
When I got home, I became very sad that the fascist mentality is so programmed into people these days...what the hell is America becoming when a 55 year old can't play pool without showing his papers to some young little brown shirt!?
Sieg Heil,
Jeff Livingston
