re: Having your real ID turned down

I was nearly turned down at One Eyed Jacks once when I still carried my Virginia ID. I had purchased tickets in advance and had been looking forward to the show for weeks. The guy at the door was a total dick and didn't let me in until I had thoroughly convinced him it was real.

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It was one if those ATC agents that walk around campus on gamedays. He thought he had me and was giving me shite. He called another cop over who cleared me.

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What a prick, I bet he got shite from the other cop

You weren't fricking cool in high school if you didn't own a fake from Mr. ID in Houston.

This happened to me a few weeks ago in Fayetteville, so I dug it up for this thread's entertainment:

Decided to bar hop to determine which places I liked. Went into Stir, and I can say safely that it is the single worst bar on planet Earth.

I walk in and get IDed by the bouncer. I'm not drunk at that point and the frickhead says it's a fake, because they've been seeing a bunch of Mississippi fake IDs. I tell the fat frick that I have 18 more proofs on me that I am who I say I am, including a corporate card, an Ole Miss alumni card, proofs of insurance, and a social security card. He asks to see them, so I hand him my wallet with all those proofs in them. The piece of shite then says that I stole it and is confiscating it as well. I tell him to go frick himself and anything he asks me about any of those forms of ID I can answer.

He then asks me my birthday and then my age, and I tell him I was born in late 1987 and was 26, but he says "Dude, you can't even keep your story straight. Let's do some basic math here. 2014 minus 1987 equals 27." I respond with "Yeah if I was born in February or before, you fricking dumbass." He then says "Dude, we're letting you off light now, but what you don't understand is we're about to call the cops and have you arrested for theft." My response, "No man, what you don't understand is I'm about to call the cops and have you arrested for stealing my wallet."

Anyway the cops come in, and I find out that the pigs in Fayetteville aren't much better than they are in Oxford. He agrees with the bouncers that there isn't conclusive proof in my wallet that I am who I say I am, despite having working credit cards and one of which being corporate. The pig then has a revelation that can prove to them I am who I am: pull up my Facebook profile and that if my birthday is on there, that would be proof I wasn't lying. Pull it up, the cop lets me go, and the bouncers say that they'll buy me a drink. I reluctantly thank the cop for assisting the situation, but turn to the bouncers, give them the finger, and tell them to go frick themselves.

Friend of mine had his real ID cut up into pieces trying to get into a bar on his 21st bday because they thought it was fake.

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Yeah, we even knew of it at Ole Miss.

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funny

Your above story is almost unbelievable, but when you get morons, they go full moron sometimes and its impossible to fix it.

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Friend of mine had his real ID cut up into pieces trying to get into a bar on his 21st bday because they thought it was fake.

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I'm going to start carrying my passport as backup, since apparently I may need it when I go grocery shopping. Too many dumbasses in this world.

I'd raise hell

I'm the last person to make a scene but I would've gone apeshit