Who Uses A License Nowadays?

I am not a huge fan of carrying around a huge wallet. Any extra purse space I might have is reserved for keys, my camera, lip gloss and gum. Thus, I am a huge fan of the credit card holder. A small silver case that holds the annoying essentials: License, credit card, ATM card, school ID... (Yes, I know what you are thinking, and I fail to see your point. I will be flashing that piece of plastic for my 10% discount at Topshop 'til I'm a senior citizen.)

I often leave the house without a bag, tossing my credit card holder and keys in my pocket and gripping onto my blackberry. So easy & breezy.

This week, however, I left my house in Santa Barbara and headed to LA with a few bags... and no said credit card holder. Awesome. My first reaction was to freak out. How was I going to pay for anything? What if I got pulled over? How was I going to get into the club? (Not necessarily in that order.) As I thought about it more, I began to think that it wasn't necessarily a disaster. I really shouldn't be buying anything anyway, I haven't gotten pulled over in years, and if we do decide to go out tonight, we have people who can get us past the ID check. Besides, it's only 3 1/2 days.

Day 1. We don't go out. I buy nothing. Success.
Day 2. A planned lunch with a friend becomes more of an iced tea. Picked up headshots I had prepaid for online. improbablygonnabeacatlady spots me for the clearly crucial Yogurtland excursion. Safe once more.
Day 3. Should be a safe day. In my plans: Gym, prepping for acting class, tickytackypaperworky type stuff, selling clothes at Buffalo Exchange, and acting class. Not only should this be a safe day, it should also cover me for any possible emergencies (ie running out of gas) that should occur on the final half day, thanks to the clothes I would be selling. This is where things went awry. Did I get too cocky?

I drove to Buffalo Exchange, put two quarters I had dug from the bottom of my purse into meter, grabbed my bag of clothes and marched confidently up to the sellers. "Have you sold here before?" "Yep!" "Ok, awesome, so you know how it works." "Yup."
Apparently I forgot one pertinent detail. As they were writing up my ticket for the items they had purchased, they asked for my ID. MY ID. Of course. They always ask for your ID when you sell. I ask if I can just write down the information for her. Nope.

They give me back my clothes.

Stay tuned for tomorrow when I run out of gas on the freeway and the policeman who stops to help asks to see my license.