A conversation recently overheard in a tavern in the South of the Square neighborhood of Philadelphia:
Man (around 30 to 35 years of age): Yeah, so this guy just clocked me, but I was there anyway and went to the bar and ordered drinks, and I got carded!
Bartendress: What? You’re like old and married and stuff!
Man: I know, I’m 34, but it was okay because I had I.D. with me. Actually, I think it had more to do with me being covered with blood than how old I looked.