Reece walked up to the register, flicked his head swiftly to the left causing his long blond hair to move from in front of his eyes; he flashed a wry smile at the clerk and placed three bottles of Lord Calvert on the counter. The clerk, a skinny twenty-something hometown hero with deep acne scares plastered across his face approached Reece. He spoke in a deep, manly voice which in no way matched his meek appearance. “I’m going to need to see some identification sir.”

Reece paused, he had done this routine several times before but it always made him nervous. Reese thought to himself, could this loser really screw with their weekend? Reece and his “brothers” as he liked to call them had been coming to this lakeside town for the past three years; drinking, smoking weed and having sex with anything that was willing. They had even devised a way to steal the money from the campground fee box. Reece and his “brothers” just couldn’t figure out why people would be so stupid to place cash in an unsecured and unsupervised wooden box with a slot big enough to get a hanger through.

Reece sighed and reached into the front pocket of his well worn Element Legion Shorts grabbing the Billabong leather wallet he had bought online last week. He pulled out the fake id he had purchased in Washington D.C. on a school sponsored educational trip his junior year. He remembered that the promotional sign in front of the stand had guaranteed that the id would be identical to a license from your home State—the word identical was even underlined he remembered.

Reese would have had more confidence in the guarantee if they would not have misspelled Montana by leaving the “t” out and if he would have caught it before they had left D.C. The clerk peered at the fake license for a few moments. Reece could tell he was trying to add up the years to make sure he was at least 21. The clerk adjusted his wire framed glasses, looked up at Reece one last time and tossed the id on the counter—that will be $97 please.

This entry was posted on Sunday, June 26th, 2011 at 10:02 am and is filed under Best. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.