Making An Asphalt Out Of Yourself

(I am a fellow customer, waiting in line behind two guys, when I overhear this conversation:)

Guy #1: “Dude, you got your ID?”

(He is referring to a student ID, which is used to get “swiped” into the dining halls for those who have a meal plan.)

Guy #2: *reaches into pocket* “Aw, no, man… This is not my ID.”

[As he is saying this, he reaches into his pocket, and I kid you not, pulls out a palm-sized chunk of asphalt.]

Guy #2: “All I got is this piece of asphalt…”

Guy #1: “Yo, you gotta call Mikey. Mikey’s got the swipes!”

Guy #2: “Yo, MIKEY!”

(For the record, Mikey did indeed give them “the swipes.” None of them even seemed phased that Guy #2 had mistaken a chunk of asphalt for his student ID. College.)