So I was in Nashville, and I was at the Opry Mills mall. It's very large, and has a lot of top-notch stuff there. They even have a rock wall that you can climb. Anyway, I was headed to Jillian's (a bar/arcade place that kicks ass) to blow a few bucks. Or a couple dozen, whatever. It's irrelevant.
Anyway, I get to the door, and there's this fat sweaty guy with slick, black hair in a tuxedo standing in the doorway. Fat, greasy, well-dressed men never augur well. So, I walk up to the door, and he says, "Do you have a guardian of 25 or older to accompany you in here?" I said no, because I didn't. I'm no liar, see. Then he says, "I'm sorry, but you can't come in without one." By now, I'm ready to bust some heads, because I was already pissed off before I got there for some reason. Then I look up, and see the sign. I realize that Jillian's is gone, and had been either bought or the name had simply changed. It was now "Dave & Barry's". I also realize that an ARCADE. Had. A. BOUNCER. WOW. SERIOUS BUSINESS, THESE VIDEO GAMES.
This policy was totally new. I had been able to go in there for the past 3 years unaccompanied. The only thing I can think of that would be a reason for this new rule is the fact that there is a bar inside. Oh, wow. A bar. With alcohol, eh? Pretty fucking racy. Scandalous, even.
SO
I can't go in at 17 years of age to play video games because I might go up to the bar, bamboozle the bar-slave, get shit-faced drunk and vomit all over the place, and stab some kid playing Skeeball? It's funny because that is very unlikely. It's also funny because I can go into any restaurant or store where alcohol is served/sold without any parental supervision, yet I can't go play video games and give them my money. Isn't part of the bartender's JOB making sure that the people they serve are of age? And if the guy at the door can tell that I'm underaged just by looking at me, WHY would the bartender just give me booze without even CARDING me? Hell, I'm more likely to get my hands on alcohol if I'm with a guardian over 25 than if I went in ALONE.
So fuck you, Dave. Up yours, Barry. You guys can go choke on your bouncer's hair grease. If you want to alienate an entire demographic of likely customers, be my guest. I'm THROUGH WITH YOU.