I’m going to preface this by saying that I don’t drink. Still, my mind wondered…
*Walks into the Brunswick Zone, goes up to the counter*
“Hi. I’d like to rent a pool table.”
“Okay. I’ll need your credit card.”
*Gets it out, start’s to hand it over* “You’ll get it back when you’re done.”
“Wait, what if I want to get something to drink?”
“Oh. Then you better give me your I.D. instead.”
*Puts credit card back, reaches for I.D.*
“Wait. What if I wanted something from the bar?”
“Oh. Then I guess we use your credit card.”
“Then how would I pay for my drink at the bar?”
“. . . I don’t know.”
“What’s the protocol for this situation?”
“Do you have more than 1 credit card?”
“Nope.”
“Do you have cash?”
“Nope.”
“I’ll have to get a manager…”
“Tell you what, I won’t be drinking tonight, so here’s my I.D.”
*looks relieved* “Oh, okay. Good. Yeah. That works… Here you go…”
