I’ve been cut off and or not served booze for a number of reasons. Once, I got into a thumb wrestling contest, was clearly the winner, but the girl I was thumb wrestling, pulled her hand back quickly, and struck a candle on the bar which then flew into the back of the bartender. She ran away like a coach roach when the lights come on, but I sat motionless with the bartender looking at me like I tried to light him on fire with the stupid candle. I told Tim and Paul what just happened, but less than five minutes later, the bouncers were telling us ‘you guys are always welcome here, but you need to leave’.
Tonight, I went to the ‘officer’s lounge’ on Al Udeid to meet some of the Air Force Logistics Officers stationed or TDY here. I went to the bar to order a beer and was asked for my ID. The Airmen behind the bar said “the general’s policy is that you have to be in uniform”. I tried to explain my situation, but he wanted to see some sort of letter. I produced said letter to his amassment and got my 3 beers.
When I was 18, I always thought a little facial hair would make it easier to get served. Now that I finally have some facial hair, it’s harder to get a beer.
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