I'm in Dallas. I've never seen this little book but I won't take anything but a Texas Id. I have accepted jailhouse ID's (serious!) before from the local Lew Sterritt Justice Center but that's the only exception.I had a similar odd experience in Massachusetts, where they don’t trust other states to do anything right. I went to a hockey game at the FleetCenter and had to go beerless because they would not accept an out-of-state DL…unless the out-of-state DL said you were over 30. So apparently other states can be relied on to correctly verify the ages of people over 30, but not the ages of people under 30.
(I know, it’s a fake ID thing- no one over 30 is going to have one, and no one’s going to have a fake that says they’re 30, they must be thinking.)
You think you have it tough? In the US the only ID I can produce is my Australian passport. That leads to many questions and the requirement that I do a Crocodile Dundee impersonation before I get my grog or smokes. It can take a long time by the time all the employees have heard me say g’day mate.
Mind you, at my age being carded is quite the compliment.
Ha! reminds me of the time I was with my best friend at the liquor store. He showed them his state ID, from the same state we were in, and they wouldn’t take it. Apparently, they ony take drivers liscences. The thing is, he’s BLIND. Last time I checked, they don’t issue drivers liscences to BLIND PEOPLE!!!
We nuke College Station in 5 minutes. 
Not ID related, but I do have an idiot cashier story…
When I was a kid my mom took me to Sears and picked out a pair of jeans that were marked 50% off. This was in the “pre-scanner” days when you had to do everything by hand. The gal rang them up at the ticket price, which was $14 and my mom pointed out that they were on the half off rack. The girl scratched her head for a while and my mom said: “Soooo…seven dollars?!?” (Trying to give her a chance to figure it out for herself!) The gal replied “You mean the price is seven dollars or it’s seven dollars off?”
My mom and I just looked at each other and started laughing.
Oh sheesh, if you guys think facing clerks like these is funny, you should try working with them sometime!
:smack:
I get asked for ID every time I go to the liquor store up the street. I’ve been going there since May. They know my face, and apparently they are like goldfish in that they don’t remember things for more than 20 seconds at a time. Before I got my Maryland drivers license:
“Alberta? What’s that? Is that in the US? This says you’re only two years old.”
Yes. Really.
Your problem is that you were patient. You kept waiting for things to be settled right. The secret to dealing with stupid people is that you have to play ‘the emporers new clothes’ game with them and then act amazed that they are unaware of something. Not only does it work when you are right, you can convince them of anything if you can make them be afraid of looking like an idiot.
One time I was trying to sneak three underage friends into a bar where the boucer/ID checker was notorious for being an asshole and an idiot and refusing people for stupid reasons like that. The guy checked my ID, looked at my freinds and said"you don’t look 21". I said ‘that’s cause they’re 19’ and turned to go back into the bar. The guy said, ‘But, 19 year olds can’t go into the bar’. I turned back around and said ’ it’s okay, they’re from England’ and continued to usher my friends into the bar. The guy grabbed my shoulded and said ‘what?’ So I pulled up my best amazed-at-his-stupidity look and said ‘there’s no drinking age in England, they can drink when they want.’ They guy pretended that he understood suddenly, and said ‘well yeah, but you didn’t tell me they were from England at first, go ahead’.
Hehe I love stupid people.
“You’re right – you caught me. I’m 8 years old.”
I would have loved to have been the guy behind you in line. Just to witness this scene. 
Atreyu, that is hilarious. Not nearly as bad, but people in Michigan are really confused by my California ID. They mostly seem to have heard of California, fortunately, but my ID itself is apparently very bewildering. Despite the fact that my date of birth is printed in red, no one can locate it. Apparently, there is one place and one place only that a date of birth should be printed. I’ve taken to pointing it out when asked to present it.
God, I hope I never run into someone here in MI who’s never heard of CA. Anyone that out of it doesn’t have the mental capacity to be working with the public. Of course, I would have said the same thing about Oregon, too.
P.S. In Michigan, the DMV is called the Secretary of State. Just trying to save you waaaayyy too much time tearing up your phone book looking for the DMV’s address.
Whenever someone questions my driver’s license and wants another form of ID with a picture, my concealed carry permit along with a good Dirty Harry grin does the trick.
Atreyu, I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry. I can’t believe someone from this state (especially Troy!) could be that stupid. What a disgrace.
Well, at least I would be less surprised if it happened over here on the west side of the state. These people are about as smart at a cow’s intestine.
Oh, and XJETGIRLX, that movie is not an accurate depiction of Michiganians. We’re mostly really bland people, at least here in the Lower.
A former roommate of mine turned 21, but he didn’t drink. So a bunch of us guys got together and got drunk for him (he was the designated driver).
Well, at one bar we went to, he ordered a Sprite. He was carded. He pulled out his ID, showed it to the lady, and she just wouldn’t accept it. She didn’t think it looked like him.
So he pulled out his old fake ID, which he hadn’t yet gotten rid of, and handed it to the lady. He said, “This is my fake. It looks like me, doesn’t it?” She agreed that it did, and gave him his Sprite.
Carded for a Sprite? The mind boggles.
I haven’t been carded for booze in years and decades and eons, but I had lots of fun trying to write checks when I moved to Pittsburgh. Despite having in-state checks, I hadn’t yet gotten my PA license, because no one seemed to be able to give me accurate directions on where I could go to do so. It was always a toss-up whether or not my check would be accepted, because Maryland’s proof that I was myself (and the matching signatures) didn’t always count. I started carrying my passport as ID. It was easier.
You should have bought some beer brewed in Oregon, and showed her the label.
I work downtown on the Riverwalk, TyrC. If I didn’t take out-of-state ID’s I wouldn’t have a bar. And The Little Book in question is, I was told by the TABC guy, standard issue to every bar in Texas, when they license you as an “on premise” alcholic establishment. Every bar is supposed to have one…and every bartender should be familiar with it.
Of course, you could always go the “not gonna take it” route, but I think it’s pretty silly for me to refuse a beer to a 25 year old Wisconsinite b/c I’m too ignorant/lazy to recognize his ID.
If this sounds like I’m taking your position personally, it isn’t really meant that way; I’ve just been refused service by a number of people, for a number of really stupid reasons, so I’m kind of bitter and sensitive about it…I had one girl at Eckerd Drug Store refuse to sell me a pack of cigarettes, with my valid TX issued ID, b/c she said, “This just doesn’t look like you.”
It was me. From one year previous. ME. And the silly bitch just insisted that it was somehow fake. I haven’t cut/dyed my hair, gained/lost fifty pounds, etc., etc…it was ME.
grrrrr
Um…you were born in 1994? That means you’re only…um…lessee, um, carry the…ah…take one from the…well, that’s a zero…
…:gets out calculator:…You’re only, like, 9 years old? You have to be, like, at least 13 to post here.
I’m gonna have to check with Lynn about this.
That’s PennDOT for you. Bunch of incompetants.
A story from the other side of the counter:
I had a part-time job in a convenience store (in Oregon! True! McMinnville, to be exact…) where we were drilled to ask for ID whenever anyone was purchasing alcohol. I don’t recall now the details of OR law, but this particular day I was new on the job, and one of the other cashiers had been hassled the day before by the police (some kids were caught with alcohol, and they claimed that she had sold it to them).
Anyways, this guy came in, grabbed a six-pack of beer, and came to the cash register. I asked for some ID, purely out of reflex. He didn’t have any… and I was stuck!
Looking at the guy, I could tell he was definitely in his mid-thirties, and therefor could legally buy beer… however, I had asked for some ID, and he didn’t have it!
It seemed to me at the time that I had been told “if you ask for ID and they don’t have it, DO NOT sell the alcohol!” (basically I was being paranoid, thinking the cops might have some entrappment deal set up.). So I apologized to the guy, and refused to sell him the beer… feeling stupid the ENTIRE time.
Fortunately, he lived nearby and went home to get his ID. He wasn’t too pissed, which was a good thing, as he was in several times a week to buy beer… every time I saw him after that he said “Need some ID? I can run home to get it!”