Before lunch, Boxer Girl and the owner of the cafe at which we were dining reversed their cars into each other. Bit of a bummer. So Boxer Girl came to the table, wrote out her details and waited for the owner to come out with his, which he did.
"Thanks. Oh, wait, you'll need to give me your driver's licence info as well," she said.
He recoiled, "Licence?! I haven't had a licence in years!"