Two degrees of separation
Aug. 30th, 2015 09:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
offcntrHad a customer and his little boy in my Saturday Market booth this weekend, admiring the animal banks. Dad picks up the pig and hands it to his son, saying Would you like me to buy you this? and son says Yes, please.
So Dad peels off the price sticker and hands it to me, and I record the sale and take his credit card and it says Casey Affleck. So while my brain says Pull the other one, it's got bells on it, I calmly ask, Can I see a picture ID? Sure, he says, and gives me his California driver's license, and sure enough, that's who he is. So I swipe the card and he signs the phone and I offer to wrap up the pig and we thank each other and after they leave, I think Holy Crap.
I'm two degrees of separation from Batman.
So Dad peels off the price sticker and hands it to me, and I record the sale and take his credit card and it says Casey Affleck. So while my brain says Pull the other one, it's got bells on it, I calmly ask, Can I see a picture ID? Sure, he says, and gives me his California driver's license, and sure enough, that's who he is. So I swipe the card and he signs the phone and I offer to wrap up the pig and we thank each other and after they leave, I think Holy Crap.
I'm two degrees of separation from Batman.