I accompanied my husband to get a haircut. While flipping through a magazine I found a hairstyle that would look good on me. I asked the receptionist if I could take the magazine next door to make a copy of the hairstyle photo.

“Well, okay,” she replied, “but leave some ID — a driver’s license or credit card.”

“But my husband is here getting his hair cut,” I explained.

“Yeah… but we need something you’ll come back for.”