My driving license split in half whilst I was out... And would you believe it, the barmaid at the pub I entered asks for ID, the first time this has happened to me in about a year.
Upon concluding that she was quite hot, and considering the state of my license, I made the seemingly misinformed decision that the situation called for a joke. So I gave her one half of said ID and, with my head turned to the side, quipped, 'that's my good side'. As soon as those words left my mouth, I had the sudden realisation that the 'joke' just wasn't funny. I wasn't even drunk. Madness.
She gave me a look that succinctly communicated without the need for words her opinion on my attempt at humour, and I can tell you it wasn't flattering. An awkward silence ensued, mostly on my part, and after collecting the pint that apparently took 8 years to be poured, went and joined my sniggering friends (who had heard/seen everything)... The idea of myself as this witty, engaging individual in flames.
Heed my words, a broken driving license is not a laughing matter.
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