Also, my daughter is under 25. The woman was fully within her right to ask for ID... my daughter's 23 (and looks younger when she's not wearing make-up, which as it was baking hot yesterday, she wasn't).
The cuts/bruises, however, are apparently nothing to do with her having been barred from whichever pub. So I'm actually at a loss as to why she launched into that story when I asked her how she'd got them. She's generally been in a foul mood, however, because no one's paying her any attention in the family (I'm on the verge of NC and my parents have - finally! - seen through her). I love her to absolute bits, but I barely survived my (not-diagnosed) parents.
Another, but this one; my mother's mother. She, a widow, was invited to spend Christmas with my family when my son was 3. He loved Santa, and the magic, and was, y'know, 3 years old. Not only did my grandmother sniff (literally, in disdain) at her gifts from us - which I'd had to go without in order to afford - but at the dinner table, because I was chatting to my (literally bouncing in his chair because he was so excited by the whole day) son, she announced that Santa doesn't exist. Whilst loooking at me in a "what are YOU going to do about it?!" kind of a way.
I gathered my children and I left.
And I haven't spoken to the old bat since.
I really do understand why my mother is as she is... and where my daughter gets it from. But that doesn't make their behaviour/attitude towards everyone bar themselves any less hurtful.