(I am working the overnight shift at a gas station when a young woman approaches and asks for a pack of cigarettes. She looks a bit young, so I ask for an ID. I glance at it and see that she is indeed old enough, but there is something just a bit off about the ID. We’re instructed to verify some information when we’re not sure if an ID is real or not.)

Me: “Okay, what’s your date of birth?”

Customer: *correctly states the DOB on the id*

Me: “Good, what street do you live on?”

Customer: “Washington.”

Me: “So far, so good. One last question. What class did we have together our freshman year?”

Customer: “Uh…”

Me: “Nice try. I can’t accept this ID. Say hi to your sister for me, though.”