Going through the TSA checkpoint moments ago here in TPA at the unholy hour of 4:45AM, I witnessed something I haven’t seen in years. A young guy with baggy pants, a backwards baseball cap, and enough bling to break a metal detector comes to the checkpoint with his boarding pass. The conversation from there goes something like this:
ID Checker: Can I see your ID please?
Dude: My ID? Man, they ain’t tell me I need no ID.
ID Checker: Yes, you need an ID. You don’t even have a wallet?
Dude: No, why would I have that?
ID Checker: You have nothing with your name on it?
Dude: No. Man, is they gonna let me fly? No one told me I needed an ID….
At that point I switched lines to actually get through the checkpoint. I think I found the last person in this country that didn’t know you need an ID to fly (fine, technically you don’t, but he wasn’t trying to be a maverick, obviously). Had this been an Australian or some smartass I would have guessed otherwise, but he genuinely didn’t realize one would ever need an ID to fly.