No Face

I’m buying money orders at Walmart.

“Your ID, please,” says the cashier.

I give her my driver license, and she stares at it and then at my masked face in confusion.

“Scout’s honor,” I say and she happily hands the license back.

2 thoughts on “No Face”

  1. Our designated household grocery-getter is underage, but she came back from the last trip to the grocery with a two-week supply of wine and beer, as well as everything else on the list. “They asked for my birthdate and I made one up. Sheesh, mom — no one wants to handle actual IDs right now.”

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