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A Close Call
So I went to Toronto a few months ago and while I was there I picked up a fake ID. I'm from michigan and the ID I got was from wisconsin. I know the older guys on here would probably frown on me getting a fake, but everyone was my age once and understands how college kids are. I like to think that I'm responsible. Never drive under the influence, always in a private home, never puke ect ect. Besides the main reason I bought the ID is so I can order Ammunition off of the internet which requires you to be 21 to sign for it.
Anyway I've been using my ID with great success until a couple of nights ago. My buddy and I were having a bonfire and decided it would be nice to have something to quench out thirst. He drove me over to a local liquor store and proceeded to get a couple 2 liters of soda, a fifth of jack, and a fifth of SOCO. The girl at the counter asks for my ID. So I hand it over. She looks at it for a second, then turns around and, to my great dismay, scans it. My ID looks really good, it has holograms, blacklights, and has all the other security features EXCEPT scannability. The machine beeps a few times to confirm that it isn't working. Getting caught with a fake ID in michigan results in a $500 dollar minimum fine and possible jail time.
This is where my quick thinking and bull****ting skills kick in. I ask the girl "hey do you know if your scanner has intrastate compatible firmware?" She just gave me a befuzzled look. I tried to explain further "Uhh, Yeah, some scanners that are older than a year won't read wisconsin ID's, it has to do with the encoding process of our new ID's. Hey flip over the machine and check the serial number. If the last number is less than 8 it's outdated." That was all COMPLETE BS. I have no idea how scanner software works. I don't even think they can be outdated since it just reads a simple universal mathematical code. But none of that mattered. She flipped over the machine and sure enough the last number on the S/N was a 4. She just said, "oh you must be right, and here i was thinking you were trying to pass off a fake. I was about to call the police." I laughed and said "oh I would never try to pass a fake on someone as pretty as you." She blushed a little. I paid and left. My heart was racing as I put the goods in the trunk of my buddy's '66 mustang. We drove off laughing. I got lucky.
Anyway I've been using my ID with great success until a couple of nights ago. My buddy and I were having a bonfire and decided it would be nice to have something to quench out thirst. He drove me over to a local liquor store and proceeded to get a couple 2 liters of soda, a fifth of jack, and a fifth of SOCO. The girl at the counter asks for my ID. So I hand it over. She looks at it for a second, then turns around and, to my great dismay, scans it. My ID looks really good, it has holograms, blacklights, and has all the other security features EXCEPT scannability. The machine beeps a few times to confirm that it isn't working. Getting caught with a fake ID in michigan results in a $500 dollar minimum fine and possible jail time.
This is where my quick thinking and bull****ting skills kick in. I ask the girl "hey do you know if your scanner has intrastate compatible firmware?" She just gave me a befuzzled look. I tried to explain further "Uhh, Yeah, some scanners that are older than a year won't read wisconsin ID's, it has to do with the encoding process of our new ID's. Hey flip over the machine and check the serial number. If the last number is less than 8 it's outdated." That was all COMPLETE BS. I have no idea how scanner software works. I don't even think they can be outdated since it just reads a simple universal mathematical code. But none of that mattered. She flipped over the machine and sure enough the last number on the S/N was a 4. She just said, "oh you must be right, and here i was thinking you were trying to pass off a fake. I was about to call the police." I laughed and said "oh I would never try to pass a fake on someone as pretty as you." She blushed a little. I paid and left. My heart was racing as I put the goods in the trunk of my buddy's '66 mustang. We drove off laughing. I got lucky.
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