Checking I.D

So now that i am a standard Pacific Beach bum, i have been going to the bar's on occasion. What i have started to notice that even more than being annoyed at having to stand in a fucking line to give someone money before i can even drink, (i think it would be a great idea to sell over priced beer's to people standing in line) i hate the standard exchange i partake in when i show the bouncer my I.D. First he gives me this look like he is fucking Robocop and is processing my face into his database or some shit. Then he looks at my I.D, bends it, just in case its a fake i.d made out of glass or something, then shines his nifty purple light threw it. And finally, the very worst part, he gives me a look like he knows im not really at least 21, and is doing me some huge fucking favor by letting me in. He says no words, just looks at me, gives a little head nod in the direction of the cashier, and hands me my I.D back like i have been given a huge favor by thi huge human being. Thanks asshole, next time why don't you just stay home and make your creatine energy drinks and watch the 1987 World's Strongest Man compeition on ESPN 2