My favorite bank story: when I was in college, I opened an account at a new bank, where they required two forms of ID. I gave them my driver’s license and my college ID.
Now, my college ID, due to circumstances beyond my ken, included a photograph of me that looked like an artist’s pencil sketch of Charles Manson. I’m not sure why the picture came out that way, but it was utterly weird looking.
Anyway, the bank employee looked at my ID for the longest time, then handed it back to me looking bewildered and said, “That’s not a photograph, that’s a pencil drawing. I can’t accept that!”
Naturally I told her that, if I were trying to pass off a fake ID, I could do better than using a pencil drawing of myself. She agreed, but still refused to accept the college ID. Eventually she accepted my library card instead.
Can’t say I blame her.
Daniel