Standing in line at Sam’s Club:
Cashier to old gentleman: You can go ahead and run your credit card now.
Old gentleman: (swipes card)
Nothing happens.
Old gentleman: (swipes card again)
Cashier: Here. Hand me your card and I’ll run it.
Old gentleman: (hands cashier his card)
Cashier: (looks over the card) I’m sorry, sir. This is your drivers’ license. I need your credit card.
*crickets*