For some time I have quipped when asked for an id, "You're not a real
person if you don't have a plastic card." This was mostly to
acknowledge the plight of illegal people, but I guess we're all illegal if we
can't demonstrate otherwise.
Two fellows were trying to buy beer at the convenience store I visited
at the end of my shift today. One had his plastic identification card.
The other offered a card decorated with a hole punch. The clerk did not
accept it for their beer purchase. This aspiring beer purchaser pulled
out a second card, which the clerk examined and also declined because it
was expired. I don't know if they ever got their beer, as another clerk
appeared to take my gas money.
In the cab was my passenger with his own plastic card dilemma. I met him
over a year ago, at the QT on Bell Rd. near Cave Creek Rd. in Phoenix.
He'd said someone had stolen his car, and he has been without a plastic
card ever since.
