Today I went to the ABC store for the first time since turning 21 in March. When I got to the checkout the guy was looking at my id funny, and asked me if I had another one. Uh, no sir, I don’t carry two drivers licenses around. And he told me that it looked fake, to which I explained that I was 15 or 16 in the picture because I just got it renewed last year, did it online and didn’t have to do a new picture. He told me that the “person” in the picture looked about 30. Really, sir? I have never, and probably will never look 30. So he goes and gets his boss who comes back up and acts so unsure because apparently they’ve been getting a lot of fake id’s. So then she asks me if I’ll sign something and they’ll compare the signatures. Sure, why not, except the signature on my liscence looks like shit because the pen messed up, but I pull out my debit card and show her that and she goes, “oh yeah, these are the same, sorry.”
Apparently I should go pay some ridiculous money to the DMV to get my picture changed. All that trouble for three damn airplane bottles.