Peter’s 21st birthday
On a more entertaining note than my last entry:
When Peter was 20, he was a regular at a local bar–presumably he had a fake ID, or else he looked old enough that the bartender didn’t check.
On his 21st birthday, he went to the bar and told the bartender, “Buy me a drink–it’s my birthday!”
The bartender said, “Congratulations! How old are you!”
Peter said, “21!”
I don’t remember if there was more to that story. (Somehow a bunch of these stories I’ve been writing up turn out not to quite have punchlines when I finish writing them up.) I think the bartender winced, but bought him a drink anyway.