- Hi, do you have my ID?

- You're here to get an ID?  You lost your ID?

- Yes, unless, well, you have it...

- Me, personally, I don't have your ID.

- Usually when I lose something, I ask my mom and she usually—

- I'm not your mother.

- Yea, you don't even look like her.

- Fill this form out and wait until they call your number.

- Oh, another line?  This one was really long.  I tried to cut but people wouldn't let me.

- Good.

- I know, I tried my best; I brought my mineral water so people would think I'm European, but no one was budging.

- It doesn't matter where you're from.  Here, in America, we have rules.

- I know, I realized that when they wouldn't let me cut—how do you guys know if I'm who I say I am?  Since I don't have my picture ID?

- You need to get a replacement ID.

- Well, what if my double walks in here—anybody's double can theoretically waltz in here and usurp their identity.

- That wouldn't happen; he'd have to know your social.

- Oh, my double knows my social.  He knows my security questions—I don't think he knows my lottery numbers though.

- Sir, there's a long line.

- Oh right: what if one of their neighbors comes in?