No ID, No Idea, Part 2
Me: “Do you have an ID?”
(The girl hands me her ID. She’s 21. She walks in, the boy she’s with starts following her.)
Me: “Oh, do you have an ID with you?”
Him: “Um…”
Me: “An ID?”
(He hands me his room key and smiles.)
Me: “This isn’t…”
Him: “I know.” *walks sadly out*
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