Earlier today, the lovely Mrs. Gammons was out and about making business calls and stopped for lunch at a local International House of Pancakes. (International? Is there really an IHOP in Paris? Bangkok?) Feeling herself to be both cheap and only semi-hungry, she ordered a less-expensive and smaller omelet from the Senior's Menu (age 55 and up).
In a pleasant little surprise, the waitress did not believe that the astonishingly youthful Missus in fact qualified for the skin-flint chiseler Senior discount omelet. The Missus offered to produce her newly-issued pink-background Ohio drivers license. (I thought He-Man Kasich was gonna get rid of those sissy things.) The skeptical waitress suggested that she do just that. So she did.
And that's how you get carded at the IHOP. "Don't you dare order from our blue-hair cheapskate old fart menu unless you can prove you're a genuine cheapskate old fart!"
When I was 19 we still had paper drivers licenses with no photo. I managed to procure a blank one and instantly turned 21. Beers are on me!
These days, the IHOP waitresses are worried you might use a fake ID to turn younger and score yourself some senior-priced pancakes!
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