Guy comes to the door with his friends. I check his ID, and he looks at me with a grin and says, “here, have one!” I look in his hand and he has a big pile of mushrooms.

I look him in the eyes and say “no thanks, and you really can’t bring those in to the bar.” He looks at me quizzically and tosses them all in his mouth.

I tell him that now I can’t let him in the bar. He spits them all back in his hand, and goes to put them back in his pocket. I look him in the eye and say “no.” He throws the mushrooms over his shoulder and I let him in.

A guy just came up to the door. I asked for his ID and he tried to hand me a dollar.

I said “no, I need to see your ID”. He said “ok” and tried to hand me a five.

I asked him for his ID again and he seemed to get it and fished around in his wallet. This time he pulled out a ring and tried to hand it to me.

Finally he pulls out his ID and all is well.