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Originally Posted by AliceNWondrland
I served nine...NINE...Long Island Iced Teas to an 18-year-old. I cut him off when he started getting out of hand, and it was at that point that his mother decided to clue me in that he was underage. In my defense, he had a full, bushy beard and everything. I never would have guessed he was only 18.
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The key word here is NINE. Not nine shots, but nine Long Islands. If I was your boss, I would have fired you for serving any patron nine Long Islands, but since I'm closer to a coworker than an employee or an employer, I salute your bravery!
I didn't tell my boss this one, but once I mailed an insurance claim to a patient instead of to the insurance company. The funny thing is, I wrote the address wrong and it came back to the office. Somehow two wrongs did make a right.
Jam it back in, in the dark.
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