Being A Veteran From The War Is No Joke

I was a cashier at a local supermarket. Whenever I estimated someone to be over 70 and buying alcohol, I would also ask them for an ID. Usually, this got a laugh, sometimes it got people offended. Once a lady even called for a manager, who had to come to clarify to her that it was a joke – you know the type.

However, one man ruled the joke. He was just buying a few beers, and I asked him for his ID because he looked way into his 90s. He laughed, grabbed his wallet, and handed me a card in a plastic casing.

Still with a huge smile on his face, he asked me:

Customer: “Do you know what that is?”

It looked sort of like an ID, but I had never seen anything like that one. What I could tell was that it was old and something from the military.

Customer: “What you are holding now is my military ID from the second world war. Is that a valid ID here? Because I no longer have my driver’s license.”

It was at that point that I was at a loss for words. This man took my joke, handed it back and won.