Paige prayed they wouldn’t ask for an I.D. as she passed the door but her prayers went unanswered as the bouncer immediately stood in her way. “I.D. ma’am,” he asked and she bit her lip hard.
“I am eighteen but my friend is inside and he is drunk and I just want to get him home. I will not be a minute, promise,” she pleaded but he shook his head firmly.
“Sorry, 21 or older. Next!”
“No, please, just, I can call him, the bartender is with the phone, he can tell you,” she said and started to dial but nobody answered. “Come on, please, please, please,” she whispered under her breath dialing again.
“Ma’am, could you leave? You are holding up the line,” the bouncer asked and she looked back and seeing the long line, she stepped out of the line but continued to dial. Still no answer.
She bit
