On my 18th birthday I tried to buy a lotto ticket from a newsstand in a mall. The old Indian woman carded me, I showed her my ID, and she told me I wasn't old enough. She continued to tell me I'm only 17 and she couldn't sell it to me for another whole year, but nice try. Later that day I stopped at a gas station and got one without even being carded. It wasn't even a winner.
I don't like drinking with underage people in general though, since they tend to have the cheapest beer and liquor there is. Even worse was the time I was at a party and they had dirt cheap wine because it was cheaper than beer or hard liquor. A few drops of it nearly made me puke, yet everyone else thought it was great. The stuff smelled like it should be under the hood of a car (antifreeze anyone?).
On a side note, consider buying a wallet with a slot you can slip your license into and flip it out like people do on TV, it'll save you some trouble.
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