The new teller at the bank didn't mean to ask me for a photo ID. After all, I was just depositing money into the company account, not trying to cash a tax refund check or borrow from my Christmas club. It was a $40,000 deposit, which required a manager's approval, but I'd never been questioned before and was thrown off guard.
"You need my ID so I can make this deposit?" I said in mock (well, not mock, actual) disbelief, a sneer curling my lips. I pulled out my wallet.
"No, that's okay," she said quietly, properly humbled. I was embarrassed as I put the wallet back in my pocket. She was embarrassed. Neither of us mentioned our embarrassment, and the transaction concluded on a friendly note, with smiles and everything.
"Have a nice day."
I usually treat people better than that.