We talk about fake degrees, fake certificates, even fake universities but the original fake is the fake ID. Welcome to IDGod https://melmagazine.com/there-is-a-fake-idgod-and-he-lives-in-china-641bdfd9745a
I feel sorry for kids these days; it involves jumping through hoops and paying out the nose to get a good fake, whereas I and my generation just had to cut the lamination open on our real ID's, alter the birth date, then seal it back up (and then order a duplicate license in case the police stopped us). Around here, the bigger nightclubs are buying machines that are linked through Wi-Fi to the RMV and the other state databases. They insert the ID, and not only will it tell you if it's fake, it will also alert to "risk factors" meaning the person was arrested for OUI, underage drinking, or a crime of violence within the last 2 years. It doesn't say what (privacy laws), so it's up to the club staff to admit the person, or not. If anyone is let in and then causes a problem, you can recall their ID (complete with picture) and enter the information into a database, so other establishments that have the same type of machine will know that they caused a problem. The only downside is the price; $6,400. :wow:
Even with all the flaws on my aging skin, I still sometimes get mistaken for being much younger than I am and am looked at with suspicion whenever I walk into a liquor store. The looks I get make me genuinely nervous that I'm going to get into trouble, even though my ID is 100% real And I'm reminded of... [video]https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BA7p5VwAXk0[/video]
Gosh. I remember the days when "people I knew" would simply write "I'm 21" on an index card and that would work at about 1/3 of the gas stations and 1/2 of the bars (seriously). I guess that trick was bound to be grandfathered out, eventually.
I was born in Washington, D.C., but the night I turned 21 I was on the West Coast. That night, fifteen minutes before midnight, I tried to join my friends in the bar where they'd said to meet them, and the bouncer stopped me. "Look," I said, "I was born in the Eastern time zone at 2:42am. Right now I'm 21 years and three minutes old. Can I go in?" He said, "Now that's one I've never heard before. Wait fifteen minutes." The really funny part is that my friends were all younger and had gotten in with fake IDs.
I've read about people born February 29 who (allegedly) were told by bureaucrats that they'd have to wait 260 years to qualify for Social Security, 64 years to get a driver's license, etc. Unrelated silliness. My father had a brother and a sister who would say, "We used to be twins." (They started out that way, but Aunt Spo knocked a year or two off her age every so often, so by the time I knew them, they were 7 or 8 years apart.)
