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I remember, 20 years ago being 19 (legal drinking age in Canada) and the police charged me with underage drinking (we were sitting in the school parking lot). He saw my I.D. but couldn't calculate the correct age and thought I was still 18. I just shut up and let him give me a ticket. Went to the cop shop the next day and said I don't think I'll be paying for this ticket and showed them my license.
Gotta love these silly cops.
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