You Know Him Better Than That

I was working at a store when George Strait, the country singer, came in. My cashier was losing her mind before he even made it to the counter to pay for a service ticket and I had to send the poor girl to wait in the office. I took care of him away from the main registers and he wrote a check.

Me: “To run a check, I’ll need your ID.”

He just looked at me.

Me: “I’m sorry. I know who you are, but I need the driver’s license information to process the check.”

He laughed and it was all good. For the next eight years, my management laughed about the time I ID’d George Strait.