Back in '73 in New Brunswick, we used to have drivers' licenses in 2 parts - the picture ID and the rest of the license on a piece of paper that folded into a plastic envelope. Later that year, they came out with new ones, just around the time when I was up for renewal. I just came out of the renewal office with my friend, John Bosnitch, and we decided to cross the border into Vermont. Back then we didn't need passports, just to show some ID. When we got to the restaurant somewhere along the northern border of Vermont, a waitress, she was very pretty, she might have been Macedonian, but John (who was a little boy at the time), thought she looked like our Bulgarian neighbour, she didn't recognize this new format of ID. She was sorry but she said she wasn't allowed to serve me a beer. Based on this experience, I know how important it is for other countries to recognize each other's IDs.
Just to be clear to the readers of b92, I'm not saying anything bad about Macedonians or Bulgarians with my story. I wanted to make that clear because we're talking about IDs.
Later that year, we went back to that same restaurant. The Macedonian (or Bulgarian) waitress wasn't there anymore, but the waiter that served us accepted my ID, as he had already seen it by that point.
Back in '73 in New Brunswick, we used to have drivers' licenses in 2 parts - the picture ID and the rest of the license on a piece of paper that folded into a plastic envelope. Later that year, they came out with new ones, just around the time when I was up for renewal. I just came out of the renewal office with my friend, John Bosnitch, and we decided to cross the border into Vermont. Back then we didn't need passports, just to show some ID. When we got to the restaurant somewhere along the northern border of Vermont, a waitress, she was very pretty, she might have been Macedonian, but John (who was a little boy at the time), thought she looked like our Bulgarian neighbour, she didn't recognize this new format of ID. She was sorry but she said she wasn't allowed to serve me a beer. Based on this experience, I know how important it is for other countries to recognize each other's IDs.
Just to be clear to the readers of b92, I'm not saying anything bad about Macedonians or Bulgarians with my story. I wanted to make that clear because we're talking about IDs.
Later that year, we went back to that same restaurant. The Macedonian (or Bulgarian) waitress wasn't there anymore, but the waiter that served us accepted my ID, as he had already seen it by that point.
Back in '73 in New Brunswick, we used to have drivers' licenses in 2 parts - the picture ID and the rest of the license on a piece of paper that folded into a plastic envelope. Later that year, they came out with new ones, just around the time when I was up for renewal. I just came out of the renewal office with my friend, John Bosnitch, and we decided to cross the border into Vermont. Back then we didn't need passports, just to show some ID. When we got to the restaurant somewhere along the northern border of Vermont, a waitress, she was very pretty, she might have been Macedonian, but John (who was a little boy at the time), thought she looked like our Bulgarian neighbour, she didn't recognize this new format of ID. She was sorry but she said she wasn't allowed to serve me a beer. Based on this experience, I know how important it is for other countries to recognize each other's IDs.
Just to be clear to the readers of b92, I'm not saying anything bad about Macedonians or Bulgarians with my story. I wanted to make that clear because we're talking about IDs.
Later that year, we went back to that same restaurant. The Macedonian (or Bulgarian) waitress wasn't there anymore, but the waiter that served us accepted my ID, as he had already seen it by that point.
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