'No way!' she said. 'You seemed older than that.'

OK, here's one from my undergrad days.

One night during my junior year I got the hankering for some quality cuisine served in an stylish atmosphere of grace and style. So naturally I decided to go to Hooters.

After a quick check around my fraternity house for any other interested parties, the group ended up being just myself and one buddy of mine, the only other black guy in the house.

The importance of this fact will later become clear.

So we get our food -- chicken wings, curly fries, and to drink a pitcher of Coke because at the time we were both underage.

Afterwards I slipped over to the men's room and when I got back our Hooters girl, a cute blonde whose name tag said 'Madonna', was sat down at our table chatting to my buddy, as they do to maximize the tips they get from poor saps like us.

The topic of conversation was age and as it turned out, 'Madonna' was 19 like my buddy. Asked how old I was, I told her 20.

'No way!' she said. 'You seemed older than that.'

'Older?' I say.

'Waitaminute, so...I could have got away with one and ordered a beer?'

'Oh, yeah, and I would have given it to you no problem, too, no ID check or anything!'

Huh. Missed opportunity there.

So we chat to her a few minutes longer, pay up and take off. In my car on the way back to campus my buddy turns to me and says--and I swear I'm not making this up:

'You know what, dude, she thought you were my dad!'