So my father walks into a bar...it's during WWII, he's in his Air Force officer's uniform and about 19 years old. The bartender asks for identification to prove he's 21. My father was a quick thinker and said he didn't have his ID with him, "But I'm an officer, you have to be at least 21 to be an officer." The bartender says, "Oh yeah, that's right." He got his drink.
You are sorely missed, Dad.