Day 2 of Guest Blogger Week brings us an entry from my old friend Leah. And by "old" I mean "I've known her a long time", not "she's ancient". This story about her having to show her ID proves that.

A few baseball seasons ago I was in the beer line at Comiskey Park/The Cell/whatever it's called. I think I was 26 at the time, so I was prepared to hand over my ID with my request for two Miller Lites (one for me and one for my man - I wasn't double fisting). I got to the front of the line, ordered two beers, and handed over my ID before the beer guy even asked for it. He stared at it for a minute, looked at me, looked back at my ID, looked at me again and asked...

Beer Guy: Do you have another form of ID on you?

Leah: Sure. (digs through wallet and produces two credit cards bearing same name as ID)

Beer Guy: Anything with a picture?

Leah: Uh, no. Let me see... (continues to dig through purse, finds several coffee shop punch cards, a DSW frequent shopper card, a CTA card, but nothing with a picture) All these things have the same name on them. I guarantee that there are two people in the state of Illinois with this last name. The other one is my husband. The ID is mine.

Beer Guy: So, uh, nothing with a picture?

Leah: (now thoroughly annoyed and becoming rude) NO. (starts to empty entire contents of purse on beer counter) Here are some more coffee cards, Tic Tacs, a book of stamps, my National Public Radio member card. Come on, nobody under 21 has a National Public Radio member card!

Beer Guy: Fine. That'll be $12.50 for the beers.

Thank you very much, Ira Glass!

Leah did not write a bio for herself, but rather attached a picture of her and I, circa 2004 (see below). In many ways I feel that the picture says more than a written bio every could. She also writes the blog, Knitty Kitty, which focuses on knitting and kittys, among other things.