There were three instances when I got proofed that really sticks out in my mind.
When I was about 25 or so, I was in Wash., DC with coworkers, we went to a bar and the doorman asked me for ID. I happily handed it over and just waited as he stared at it for a minute. He handed it back and announced it was fake. I told him I wasn't so he asked me for more ID besides what I handed. I didn't have anything else on me with a photo, so I handed him my business card and my Am Ex corp card. The guy really gave me a hard time and still refused entry. I was baffled. I tried to explain that I was in DC on business, that I was indeed the age my ID stated, that I wouldn't go to the trouble of getting some fake business cards and a counterfeit AmEx corp card just so I could have a beer.
He wouldn't hear of it and still wouldn't budge. Normally, I'd have left, but all of my coworkers were already inside and I had no way of reaching them. This was before cel phones.
One of them got a clue and came out and asked what the problem was so I told her. She actually worked in my department and reported to me. She started laughing and howling! She looked at the guy and said, "Dude, he's my BOSS! He's paying for the drinks so you have to let him in!"
Everyone else piled out and saw what was happening and they just laughed it up like hyenas. At the time, I was irritated but now I think it's funny. He did let me in when he realized I was telling the truth. No apology though.
Another time was in WDW when we were at Rock & Roll Beach Club. I was 30 at the time and Joe and I were taking my younger brother to Disney for a birthday/xmas present. We were having a great time when I ordered a beer for myself and the bartender asked for ID. I was baffled because I was asked for ID at the front to get my wrist band, then asked for ID at the entrance before letting me in to the club, then asked for ID once again.
Didn't bother me that much. I just joked with Joe that I must look like a baby. The bartender heard me joking about it so she gave me a hard time and refused to serve me. Apparently, my ID was fake according to her. Once again, I had to show her my credit cards, etc...
She made such a huge stink that I asked for a manager. As before, I'd normally not bother and just leave, but I was other folks. The manager looked at all the ID, looked at me, looked at her and said to her, "Are you kidding me? Give him his drink!" Boy was she ticked!
Last incident was also in Disney and I felt like a complete idiot. It was quite a few years ago and we were staying at Port Orleans when the French Quarter name didn't exist and they had a restaurant. Joe and I went to dinner and we each ordered a cocktail.
The waitress, in her uber Disney way said, "Sure thing! When's your birthday?!" Very chipper she was indeed.
"August 28!" I replied.
"GREAT! What year???"
With equal enthusiasm I said, "1966!"
"Super!" and off she went.
I was completely and utterly confused about the entire q&a. I honestly and truly thought it was a contest of some sort and if I had answered that my birthday was on a pre-selected day or year, I was going to win something. I was SO convinced of it that by the time the waitress came back with our drinks, I said so. I asked her if I won anything, dreams of free hotel stays, annual passes or cash money dancing through my head.
She was confused about my line of questioning and asked me what I was talking about so I told her. Her look of confusion melted away and she burst out in gales of laughter. "I justed wanted to make sure you were over 21 without asking you for ID, that's all!" And off she went, telling everyone in her path about the dumb guy.
Joe just looked at me, shook his head and said, "You are such an air head. Thank God you're pretty."