Way back in prehistoric days, back when I was in college (U-conn Hicks School of Ag), I had my car on campus. Every Thursday nite, in the neighboring was the "Polish Hop", with mostly Polka and some square dancing now and then. Three of my fellow s--t kickers would go the the dances. On the way, we would stop at a bar for one drink apiece. It was always a big hastle to find parking on that nite, but i finally made a great discovery. right in front of the police station was a no parking zone that was always empty. I would park right in the middle of that area, he four of us would get out of the car, walk around the corner to the br, sit at a table and order drinks. One beer, one seven and seven, one rye and soda and I would have a straight scotch. We would finish our drinks and march back to the car and head for the dance. One nite, we had a new waitress who asked to see an ID. Sha asked only my room mate for his ID. He was drinking the beer and was 21. As she brought our drinks, the manager came over to ask if the waitress had checked all of us. She replied that "No, she had not. She had thought the only one who was drinking beer would be most likely to be under age." The manager asked for the rest of us to show our ID's. The jig was up. We paid our tabs, but left the drinks and walked out. None of the other three of us were yet 21. I don't recall what brand of scotch I was drinking in those days, but it was fun while it lasted. No more excitement of parking directly in front of police station in No Parking zone. WE finally stopped going to the polka parties as it was now a rel problem finding parking at the dance.
Tinker