One fateful Labor Day, my Dayton-born buddy found himself in a river rat gas station (Newport/Bellevue//Dayton somewheres).
At the checkout, a middle schooler was carded while trying to purchase tobacco products.
He responded by saying, "Oh man, you're gonna card me?! On EBN Day?!"
That sums it up, IMO.
Jerry’s Jug House is selling Frog Juice this weekend in honor of this story.