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17 Jun 2004
I’m walking into Zeitgeist to meet friends when a big guy in a leather jacket stops me.
“Need to see some ID, yo.”
I reach for my wallet; he looks up and starts laughing.
“Oh, heh, never mind. You can go on in.”
I squint at him. “Gosh, thanks. Also, you’re kind of a jerk.”
“Yeah, whatever,” he replies. “Have a nice time, grampa.”
Seriously, I’m only 35.