Yesterday, I went to the grocery store to pick up food for the week; I happened to grab a couple of bottles of wine while trekking through the aisles. Once I reached the register, I handed my ID to the cashier as she checked me out.
She scanned the wine, then extended her arm, reaching for my ID. She took it from me, glanced at it, and started laughing. I smiled at her, wondering what she was laughing at.
She held up my ID, pointed at my picture, and shook her head, still laughing.
Jillian Wyatt 