AN OLD MAN WITH A WALKING STICK (REG) TOTTERS TOWARDS A BAR.
REG:
Pint of Mild please Donald.
DONALD:
I'm going to have to see some ID I'm afraid Reg, make sure you're over 18. nothing personal I just don't want to lose my licence.
REG:
I'm 79 for Christ sake, you've never asked me for ID before.
DONALD:
I'd never seen Benjamin Button before
REG:
Bingeing on Buttons? what are you talking about?
DONALD:
I can only sell Alcohol to persons over 18 years old, and because you are bald wrinkly & smell ever so slightly of wee I'm staring to think that you may be a toddler who is living his life in reverse.
REG:
You've gone mad, Is this a wind up? did you ask Albert for ID when he came in?
DONALD:
No of course not it's obvious he's in his twenties
REG:
He's 60 if he's a day, look at him, his hair's completely grey.
DONALD:
Look Reg let's not fall out over this, if you can't show me any valid ID
then I can't serve you any alcohol simple as!
REG:
Well then I shall have to take my business elsewhere then.
REG LEAVES & A BABY IN A PRAM STARTS CRYING
DONALD:
Uh oh! Old Freds starting on the War stories, I think he's had a few too many.
