If you’ve seen my previous Daily Show posts, you know that I got screwed there because we came too late and weren’t far enough up in the line to get in. But what I didn’t tell you was that you need to be at least 18 to get in, which I’m not. We now have VIP tickets to a Daily Show taping, which guarantees us entry, but they’ll turn us down if they catch me as being 14. So, after a tip from a friend, my dad and I headed downtown to near NYU to pick up an item that college students love dearly, the fake ID.
We arrived at the tattoo shop that we were instructed to go to. It fit the description perfectly: small, scuzzy, and it had a back room that employees were constantly going in and out of. We walked in to the shop waited on line with several other people. While we were waiting, I obsrved my surroundings, which consisted of jewlrey, some fetish, and a man playing a game on his Treo while waiting to be tatooed, and most likely infected based on the look and feel of the store. After a minute or two, a man came to the counter and started taking orders for tatoos. When he asked my dad, he answered, loudly enough so that the whole store could here (which, to be fair, isn’t too hard) that he needed a fake ID for me his 14 year old son. The man started repeating things such as "ID, ID, what’s an ID? I don’t understand." After my dad clarified, the man insisted that he didn’t sell anythiing of the sort. After my dad giving the man a look, we left the store.
At first I was a bit puzzled at why they didn’t tell us they sold IDs, which they obviously did. But then it hit me: they thought my dad was a cop. My dad, a cop, NYPD, undercover, a narc. Just the thought made me bend over with laughter. I mean, come on, when my sister heard this whole story even she blurted out "Daddy’s too old to be an undercover cop!" True, but apparently the tattoo store guy didn’t want to take any chances.
Anyway, after that we went to another tattoo store across the street, and a couple down Christopher Street, yet to no avail. This closest we ever got to a confession to the existence of the fake IDs was at a store on Christopher Street when the man there, after saying "You know, that’s [buying fake IDs] illegal," told us that you could try the East Village, which was far too long a trek from Christopher Street right next to the Hudson River.
So, alas, the day ended with no fake IDs. Hopefully The Daily Show won’t catch us, but just in case my dad’s bringing $100 of bribery money.
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