Conversation #9812079
He: We have to go back, I forgot my ID.
He: The guards won't let me in without it.
Me: Even though they know you, and *have* known you for years.
He: Yup.
Me: ... There's something seriously screwed when a piece of decorated plastic is more important than your actual, physical self.
He: The guards won't let me in without it.
Me: Even though they know you, and *have* known you for years.
He: Yup.
Me: ... There's something seriously screwed when a piece of decorated plastic is more important than your actual, physical self.