Many years ago, before 9/11, LDH, the DDs and I were taking a trip via airplane.
During the rush of final packing and getting to the airport on time I kept asking LDH "You have the tickets, right?" To the point where it irritated him, so I finally kept my mouth shut.
One of the last things I did was switch out purses.
We get to the check-in point to check our luggage get seat assignments and boarding passes.
They asked for ID. I look in my purse, no drivers license. All I had was a marriage certificate (don't ask
) a couple of credit cards and a library card.
I'm not even going to try to describe the look on LDH's face as he quietly tapped on the tickets that I nagged him about.
Fortunately, like I said it was before 9/11 . . . the counter guy called over his manager who looked at the ID I had. Manager looked at the marriage certificate, then at my husband and asked him "Will you vouch for her as your wife?" LDH's response was a painful "Do I have to?"
They let me on the plane with a warning that I would need a photo ID for my return trip. They suggested that I go to a SAMs club at my destination, sign up for a membership in order to get a photo ID.
Yeah. I felt pretty stupid that day.
P.S. I was able to call the friend that was cat-sitting for us, told him where my drivers license was (with banking stuff I did the day before) and he fed-exed it to me for my return trip.