Over The Hill

On Saturday, I went into the big city to visit my friends, Kevin and Angela. Later in the evening, we went to a nearby bar. When the waitress came over to ask for our order, she asked to see ID's. At first, I was somewhat flattered, because I thought she was asking for everybody's ID. But then, when she saw me pulling out my wallet, she turned to me and, with a little wave of the hand, said to me, "That's ok, you're alright."

Nonetheless, after a few beers and a friendly game of "Asshole," plenty of fun was had. Only, I felt bad for Kevin, because he was pretty much an Asshole the rest of the evening.