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Presidential hopeful, Joe Biden, walked into a Milwaukee bank to cash a check. As he approached the cashier he crowed, “Good morning, Ma’am, could you please cash this check for me?”

The little brunette cashier replied, “It would be my pleasure sir. Could you please show me your ID?”

Mr. Biden smiled with embarrassment, “I don’t have my ID on me. It’s back on the campaign bus but I told them to drop me off while they go get refilled. It won’t be back for half an hour. Come on! You don’t need my ID. It’s me, Joe Biden. I’m the former Vice President of the United States of America for crying out loud!”

The young cashier meekly answered, “Yes sir, I know who you are, but with all the regulations and monitoring of the banks because of impostors and forgers and requirements of the banking legislation, etc., I must insist on seeing ID. I don’t have any other options.”

Biden was obviously becoming agitated, “Just ask anyone here at the bank who I am and they will tell you. Everybody knows who I am.”

“I am deeply sorry, Mr. Biden, but these are the bank rules and I must follow them.”

Biden raised his hand as if he were going slam it down, but held back. “My goodness. Young lady, you have no idea how much trouble you are going to be in. Please, just cash this check.”

The poor cashier was nearly in tears. On one hand, she knew a powerful man like Joe Biden could certainly hurt her. On the other hand, she knew she could not bypass bank protocol and keep her job. She then had an idea.

“Mr. Biden, here is an example of what we can do. One day, Tiger Woods came into the bank without ID. To prove he was Tiger Woods he pulled out his putter and made a beautiful shot across the bank into a cup. With that shot, he proved he was THE Tiger Woods and the bank manager allowed me to cash his check.

“Another time, Andre Agassi came in without ID. He pulled out his tennis racket and made a fabulous shot; the tennis ball landed in my coffee cup!” She squealed, “With that shot the bank manager allowed me to cash his check. So, Mr. Biden, what can you do to prove that it is you, and only you?”

Biden scratched his head and thought about that for a good minute and finally said, “Honestly, little lady, my mind is a total blank, I have absolutely NO IDEA what to do. I don’t have a clue!”

The cashier relaxed and smiled, “Will that be large or small bills, Mr. Biden?

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