I had to replace my driver’s license today. I lost mine last Tuesday. I had it at the gas station before the city council meeting, but didn’t have it when I got home. I left my purse on my seat, far away from any aisle, in a room full of former-mayors-types and policemen. One would hate to think –

But that’s beside the point. My passport and Social Security card are missing, too. So, when I went to the DMV, I considered telling the lady at the desk, “He perdido mi permiso por conducir.”

Instead, the clerk said, in a Spanish accent, “You need two forms of ID.”

“But, I only have one!” I protested.

She repeated her line, and so did I. Without further ado, she gave me a customer number, and I was processed as if I, and not somebody else, had been the proud owner of two forms of my ID.