u/can_ford

In 1996 I was in the U.S. Navy in Virginia and dating a girl who lived in Chicago. I finished a work meeting, and rushed to the airport to go to see my girlfriend. I was still in Navy dress-blues because I didn’t have time to change, and figured it would be fine. During my layover in Atlanta, I went to a bar and ordered a beer. I was told “we can’t serve you here.” I argued, and they said, “no, sorry, we are not allowed to serve you.” They thought I was an airline pilot because of my uniform! I demanded a manager and made them serve me, even had to give them my military ID. While I won, it really underlined how you can be screwed by people’s assumptions.