Back when I was barely out of boot camp, my friend and I went to visit his cousins in Hannibal, Mo. from Great Lakes NTC near Chicago. Well I think it was Saturday night, and we were getting thirsty, so I walked into a gas station to buy a bottle, not thinking there was a problem. She asked for my ID and I gave her my military ID. She looked it over front and back, and then asked for another piece of ID. I gave her my Oregon driver's license, and she still couldn't figure it out, then charged my whatever amount it was, and put the bottle in the sack. I go to meet my friend and cousins at the car. And found out that the drinking age was 21 there, not 18 as I had thought. I was 2 years too young, and my ID said so too.
Yes, we did eat the worm.
Which reminds me, can you imagine souhterners talking like they were from Encino, Ca.? Oh migawd, y'all!