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To ID or not ID
ID or no ID: that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slurs of outrageous ticket-checkers,
Or to take arms against a crazed bureaucracy,
And by opposing madden them?
There comes a time to all of us when someone asks for ID. In my case, rarely. But when it happens, I’m stumped. Since when did we all have to carry around some form of ID, especially with a picture? I avoid photos of myself like the plague and, if you came out on a photo looking as if you were dead, you would too. (Maybe it is a plague).
‘Show me your driver’s license‘. I haven’t got one.
‘Your visa‘. I haven’t got one
‘Your citizenship papers‘. I haven’t got any.
‘Your passport‘. Expired. (I refuse to have the photo updated)
‘Your date of entry to Australia’. Pardon? You want my birth date?
‘Your work permit‘. You mean I have to get permission to do my housework? Deny me this permission. Please!
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