I am the reason why they created the "Angry Whopper" at Burger King. Because I am the king of angry!
It makes me believe that being a foreigner sucks in this country when I interpreted the denial of my green card at a bar as an equivocation for "Sorry sir, but we can use the law in order to not serve immigrants in this bar." A bartender in a bar such as crappy "Sidelines" in Salem who does not mind your existence, can easily accept your green card as a proof that you are over twenty one years of age - and I am trying to avoid my butt hole sweat as I effort to not mention the pathetic nature of this law - and provide you with the damn glass of beer. But if he thinks you are as worth as a third nipple, he can apply the law by the alcoholic beverages control commission. Consequently, no green cards accepted.
In other words, you will get your beer if you have a driver's license. But if you have a Mass Id, issued by the same organization that issues driver's licenses, you are going to see everybody get drunk around you and think they are clowns. This way, I have to take this law as serious as some dumb idiotic idiot Dumbo spitting at me: "Go ahead, now that we know you can drive, here's a beer. Here's a second one. Third one? Sure. Come on, you have to try the White Russian. How about a Black Russian? Fuck it, let's create a Purple Russian, why not? There you go, go kill some innocent people on the streets with your BMW. Oh, as for you, since you cannot drive and kill, you can always try our Banana juice. It's freshly squeezed"
Naturally that a potential reason why this slight imperfection in the system exists is because most people have their driver's licenses. But it's still pretty funny.
Check out the commission's website if you are really that interested.
Another thing that make me giggle in a psychotic enraged fashion, is the fact that establishments such as restaurants and bars can regulate what licenses they accept and which ones are rejected. This way, a soldier's military id is not enough for the 99 restaurants chain. Again, I can feel the sweat pumping as I try to not even mention how ridiculous it is that you can die in a bloody puddle in Iraq at age 18 and not allowed to drink a Bloody Mary. For fuck sake, that military id should give him a discount for his Bud.
I miss the times back in Portugal where I could go to McDonald's and get a number three large sized with a beer. No id required.
