I ordered a Scotch and soda, and told him not to mix it. I said it fast as hell, because if you hem and haw, they think you're under twenty-one and won't sell you any intoxicating liquor. I had trouble with him anyway, though.
"I'm sorry, sir," he said, "but do you have some verification of your age? Your driver's license, perhaps?"
I gave him this very cold stare, like he's insulted the hell out of me, and asked him, "Do I look like I'm under twenty-one?"
"I'm sorry, sir, but we have our -- "
"Okay, okay," I said. I figured the hell with it. "Bring me a Coke."
Read the above dialogue between Holden and the bartender at the Lavender Room. What can be inferred by reading the bartender’s comments?