Just doing their job…
Meet Karl:
I’ve run a bunch of races with Karl and this morning we did the St. Patrick’s Day Dash through downtown Seattle. The race wraps up near the football stadium and F.X. McRory’s was hosting the post-run beer garden. Getting a drink after the race seemed like the festive thing to do (if not the most appealing - after a run, beer really seems a lot less tempting) but when we got to the entrance where they were checking IDs Karl didn’t have his and they wouldn’t let him in! I’m no lawyer but I’d swear that the legality surrounding such a situation is that the bar can lose their liquor license if they serve to (or maybe allow in) a minor - not for barring entry for a guy who is clearly in his 50’s but who doesn’t have his ID. Maybe I’m wrong, but this seemed like just about the dumbest thing ever.
To be fair, Karl was going around asking all the women if they had “seen me lucky charms” and he probably started drinking well before the race, but still…Instead we walked up the street to Fado where the staff was much more reasonable and had our pints.
(To be more fair - he was in costume and I think he asked all 20,000 race participants if they had seen his lucky charms - not just the women. And of course he hadn’t been drinking before the race. For once.)