The rain was threatening and I was in a hurry. Grabbing the pen and ready to sign the receipt, I was stopped when the shop owner asked to see some identification. I dug in my wallet for my drivers license and waited while he examined it.
Well, I was for a moment, I admit. Then he smiled and said, “Thanks, we’ve gotten a couple of stolen cards in the past few months and we just decided to be more cautious. It protects both of us, you know.” Yes, I do know.