SAN JUAN, Puerto Rico — Rather than sign the back of his credit card, Josh R. writes: "Check my ID." I suppose that's a good security measure in case his card is ever stolen, but cashiers rarely ever notice. Or if they notice, they rarely ever ask to see his ID.
Today, the security folks at Dulles Airport noticed that Marnie's ID expired last week. That observation impressed me, since I figured the only things agents look at, if they look at anything, is the picture and to see if the name on the ID matches the name on the ticket.1 That's nice security and all. But ultimately, they still let her proceed to our gate. So... what's the point of an ID?
Four hours later, after landing here in Puerto Rico, a security agent did not permit us to leave the baggage claim area until she verified that the bags were indeed our own by matching the baggage claim tickets. This has never happened to us.
1Marnie was once addressed as "Mrs. Miles," by a security agent who read the wrong part of her ticket and assumed her name was Dividend Miles. This was, by the way, after Sept. 11, 2001.