Licenseless Meets Senseless

| Working | February 5, 2013

(I cannot find my driver’s license, so I call the last store I used it at to see if they have found it. After 10 minutes on hold, a lady returns and says they have it and I can pick it up at the service desk. This takes place once I get to the service desk.)

Me: “Hi, I called about my lost driver’s license earlier; I’m here to pick it up. My name is [name].”

Clerk: “Okay, let me go get it…”

(The clerk leaves for a few minutes before returning with a license.)

Clerk: “Here you go.”

Me: “Um… this isn’t my license.”

Clerk: “Are you sure?”

(Note: I’m a 5’2″ 135 pound white female.)

Me: “Ma’am, this license belongs to a 6’9″ 265 pound black male…”

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