A few years ago I was in an American supermarket with my wife buying a few bits for dinner, plus a bottle of wine.
Even though I was 38 years old, and therefore absolutely no way near being an underage drinker, I was aware of Americans' love of ID, so had my passport on me as usual.
At the checkout, the girl asks to see my ID for the wine. Show her the passport. She stares at it for a while and then declares it's no good.
"But that's me, it's even not a bad photo!" I try joking.
"Oh yes, I know it's you, but we can't accept it for buying alcohol."
"Um, why not? You just agreed it's my ID, and it shows that I'm 38 years old?!"
"But it doesn't have your height and weight on it."
"My what?"
"Your height and weight. We need to have those."
Cue long discussion with her and the manager. Everybody accepts I'm 38, and that I have valid ID proving who I am, but the fact I can't prove my height and weight is an absolute deal-breaker.
I try gently pointing out that, say a passport did state someone's weight from a few years ago, there's a fair chance that person might have changed weight since then. It's hardly a permanent and irrefutable proof of identity.
But no, they're not having any of it. So age 38, carrying valid ID and being, to be honest, an upper middle class British couple clearly buying dinner, we have to leave without the wine.
Even though I was 38 years old, and therefore absolutely no way near being an underage drinker, I was aware of Americans' love of ID, so had my passport on me as usual.
At the checkout, the girl asks to see my ID for the wine. Show her the passport. She stares at it for a while and then declares it's no good.
"But that's me, it's even not a bad photo!" I try joking.
"Oh yes, I know it's you, but we can't accept it for buying alcohol."
"Um, why not? You just agreed it's my ID, and it shows that I'm 38 years old?!"
"But it doesn't have your height and weight on it."
"My what?"
"Your height and weight. We need to have those."
Cue long discussion with her and the manager. Everybody accepts I'm 38, and that I have valid ID proving who I am, but the fact I can't prove my height and weight is an absolute deal-breaker.
I try gently pointing out that, say a passport did state someone's weight from a few years ago, there's a fair chance that person might have changed weight since then. It's hardly a permanent and irrefutable proof of identity.
But no, they're not having any of it. So age 38, carrying valid ID and being, to be honest, an upper middle class British couple clearly buying dinner, we have to leave without the wine.