No, Really, I'm Not Her...

Last night, I had a very awkward, yet funny things happen to me.  After work, I went to a bar a few miles down the road to eat and hang out with my friend, Emily, who bar tends there.  We're hanging out, shooting the breeze, and she brings out my food.  Next thing I know, one of her co-workers is busting out of the kitchen yelling, "She's not allowed to be sitting at the bar!" and then looks at me and goes, "You know you're not allowed to be sitting at the bar!"  Okay, so I'm sitting there like 0.0 because I have never seen this girl before.  This is only my third time at this particular bar.

Emily turns around and was about as baffled as I was.  She asked why I wasn't allowed to be sitting there.  The girl (who, mind you, was on the other side of the bar and literally yelling this so everyone in the almost-empty room could hear) says, "She can't sit there because she's not twenty-one!"  Woah.  Hold up.  I am very much over twenty-one.  And I told her so.  I offered my ID multiple times.  Then, it dawned on Emily who says, "This isn't Paige, if that's what you're thinking."

Yeah, so crazy-yelling co-worker here mistook me for someone else and had a total freak out.  To make matters worse, poor Emily even got a text from her boss saying that if Paige was at the bar she isn't allowed to be.  This co-worker tattled on Emily before she even knew who I was.  Needless to say, said co-worker did not live it down for the rest of the night.