Thank you for returning the ID I left on the counter of your cafe on the afternoon of May 27, 2010. I'm sure you can imagine that I broke the world record of "shit-shit-shits" uttered in a minute when I realized it was missing as I boarded my plane for Minneapolis, a session I repeated during my layover before returning to Duluth.
In the interim, I've been using an ID that expired in 2004. I'm damn-near wearing braces and a training bra in the photo, but luckily I've been able to purchase alcohol in places like Superior, Wis., despite this flagrant abuse of state-issued identification. I don't know if you've ever been to Superior, Wis. ... but if so, this will make a lot more sense.
I haven't experienced such kindness (re: the return of my ID) since I left it at the Ghetto Spur a few months ago, and it was returned with a note that said: "Sorry I carded you."
The next time I'm at LAX, I'm buying you a beer.