I'm still out and about on the road, but thanks to the wonder of the Internet, I'm able to keep up with friends. My friend Tam has a great little post up today about Kinko's, now the Fed Ex store, and it it reminded me of the last time she and I were there.
As I picked Tam up for a day of lunch, laughs and some spent brass, she says "I need to go to the Kinkos, first, I just made a copy there and left my drivers license in the copy machine, they retrieved it and are holding it for me".
"Sure!" I said, because that's just sort of the thing friends do.
We walk in. Behind the counter is a clean cut young man, likely working his way through school. She introduces herself and says he has her Indiana drivers license, she had called after she accidentally left it and had spoken to him. He brightened right up and went to fetch the license. He comes up to the counter, glances at it and says. . . .
"Before I give you this, I'll need to see some photo I.D."
I hope his plans for the future involve a vow of celibacy and a long career making copies.
From somewhere in another time zone - affectionately - Brigid