The Insular States Of America

Me: “Good evening. Can I just get a pack of Lucky Strikes please?”

Cashier: “Sure, do you have any ID?”

(I hand the cashier my British driver’s license. It shows the date of birth as DD/MM/YYYY, as is common all over Europe.)

Cashier: “I’m sorry, but I think this is fake. There aren’t 23 months.”

Me: “That’s how they print dates in Europe. You need to switch the day and month around.”

Cashier: “No way! I can’t accept foreign IDs anyway.”

Me: “That’s okay, I was actually born here, so I have an American one as well. Let me just go get it from my car.”

(I go get my US passport from the glovebox and show it to the cashier.)

Cashier: “What’s this?!”