Advanced Persian Students
and Teachers at Terrace
"Wait," I instructed Kayla. "Don't walk away now. If you leave the table you'll attract attention to yourself and the cops will look at us all the more closely."
Yesterday evening the two of us were out sitting at a table along the UW Madison Terrace with drinks between us. A squad of people checking ID's had just appeared and was going from table to table. Everybody was being carded. A flashlight--I assumed one that would illuminate holograms--was shone upon each ID presented.
Kayla was sitting with her back to the ongoing inspection. I'd been watching the crew approach our table but didn't say anything until we were next. I assumed that anybody within line of the sweep who was seen getting up to leave would be especially targeted to produce proof of legal drinking age. Yet an undergrad, this was not something Kayla would be able to provide.
Kayla with Art Bike
Once they were out of earshot we laughed in relief. I shared my theory as to why ours was the sole table they didn't card:
"They must have seen me and presumed that any woman who was out with this old geezer couldn't be half his age. The way you're dressed up tonight they might have even seen you from the front and presumed you were somewhere in your late twenties."
Dressed up for Night
out at the Terrace
It's now the morning after and I'm up early. When the cafeteria starts serving we'll both make our ways across the plaza to Dejope Hall where we eat our breakfast every weekday and brunch on the weekend. Then later this afternoon we'll join our class for a field trip: a day in Chicago.
More adventures in summer language school lie ahead, I'm sure.