Friday, August 14, 2015

Happy Hour at Buffalo Wild Wings

I’ll have a Michelob.

“May I see your ID?”

Really? (Pause to glance at waiter’s face, because some like to kid their customers.)

“Really” (no smile).

I produced my driver’s license, along with my AARP card. Still no smile.

Just as TSA pats down four-year-olds and grandmothers, certain institutions tell their employees to follow the rules with no exceptions in order to eliminate human error (as if).

I like Buffalo Wild Wings but will be more watchful. No room for human judgment often means trouble on the horizon.

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