Hahah, I wonder sometimes about the first time I went into a bar, underage. My buddy (who was over 18 at the time, I was 17) and I go into this bar and grab a table. I fiddle with the little plastic trifold thing on the table and see highballs on special, nice! Waitress comes up, what'll you have?

Buddy: "l'll grab a pint of X beer' Me: "I'll grab a highball" Waitress: "........ Okaaay, what kind of highball?" Me: (starting to stress) "Uhm.. what kinds of do you have?" Waitress: "........Wellllllll, like, rum, vodka, whiskey, gin," Me: "I'll have a vodka, thanks" Waitress: "...... Okaaay, with what?" Me: (I thought this was done fuck) "Uhh what do you have?" Waitress: "Ummm, Coke, Sprite, 7-up..." Me: "I'll have a coke" Waitress: "Okay then."

My stress level were 10x worse because I was underage and knew I was coming off as a total idiot. Oh well life goes on.She must have thought I was a Mormon breaking the rules of my faith or seriously sheltered. My buddy laughed his ass off. Fun night though.