re: #72 Unakite

I’m asked for an ID (is that the equivalent of “papers?”) whenever I:
By beer.
Cash a check.
Use a credit card.
Apply for a mortgage.
GET STOPPED BY THE POLICE FOR A TRAFFIC VIOLATION.

Cut the histrionics.

But what if every person who demanded your ID appeared to you to be a jackbooted, goose-stepping nazi who enjoyed making you squirm?