"Because that's what parents do"

I moved home from University today. In honour of the occasion, my parents took me out for dinner at the local pub. I chose to honour the occasion by ordering a deliciously boozy (yet classy) Manhattan from the high school aged waitress.

Waitress: "Sure, I just need to see some ID, hun"
Me: "I did not bring it, 'cause I'm twenty-one."

With zero acknowledgment of our heroic couplet, the waitress declined me service. Then, apparently not satisfied with my humiliation level, she asked me to repeat my new order (as if any other drink ever sounds anything like the word "Coke").

My Mother: "And I would like to change my order. Let's see, ummm, can I get a, uh, Manhattan?"

When my mom was also denied, my father got mad. And when a round of pints was delivered to a table of near-by youngsters with nary a mention of identification, he launched into action. Springing from his chair, my dad marched across the bar, demanded to speak to the manager, and politely reminded him that all customers should be treated equally.