Your Passport To Being Banned
(I go into a bar I frequent. I had lost my wallet a few days earlier, but I know most of the bartenders, so I didn’t expect them to ask for identification. The woman working doesn’t recognize me, and asks for my ID. Also, I’m a 23-year-old white woman.)
Me: “I think I actually have my passport in my car. Hold on.”
(I go get it and show the bartender.)
Bartender: *not amused* “This isn’t you.”
Me: “No, it is…”
(I get this almost every time I show my passport, because it is an old picture and it really doesn’t look that much like me.)
Bartender: “Is this even real?”
(Now, I’m offended.)
Me: “It’s definitely me. I come here all the time and we went to [Community College] together!”
Bartender: “No, we didn’t. And this is DEFINITELY not you.”
Me: “It is! Look at the date it was issued. Look at my birth date. That picture was taken when I was 17. I’m 24 now, a little heavier, and my hair is longer and less pink, but it is DEFINITELY me!”
Bartender: “This is you?”
(She turns the passport to me and shows me the picture, one of an older man of Middle Eastern descent with a Saudi Arabian name and an impressive beard. A friend of mine had put his passport in my glove box months ago and then apparently forgot about it.)
Me: “You’re right; that’s not me.”
(Luckily, I had my actual passport, and was able to return my friend’s with an awesome story. With any luck at all, the bartender will fail to remember me again next time I go in.)