“What the?” snapped Tom, pulling one of the IDs from the envelope. The card was completely blank of information. He turned it over to find the other side blank too. “What a rip off,” he added, turning it back over “What a chea-“. He paused. In the box for the photo was a photo of him. He blinked. He was sure it hadn’t been there before.
“Musta had my thumb over it,” he muttered. “Still a rip off; he couldn’t even be bothered to fill in the age - how am I going to convince anyone I’m twenty-two withou-“. He paused again. Before his eyes the D.O.B. field filled in.
“Damn,” he said, not quite believe it “Shoulda told him twenty-three.” He blinked again as the year altered to the one before. A grin spread over his face and stuffing the card back into the envelope and the envelope into his pocket he hurried off to meet up with Biff.
