A good mate of mine was given the most nit-picking, exhaustive ramp-check imaginable. The first hour of which concentrated on every aspect of his aircraft's maintenance record. Only when he asked "May we go now? was he asked for his licence. Picture ancient wallet pulled from back pocket and card extracted and passed over with long drawn sigh. Only it's two cards, stuck together with something perishable. Agent Notsa Smart peels cards apart and says with disdain "This looks like an old condom!" "Yairs . . . . always keep one handy. For everytime I'm f....... up the a..... by the Gestapo. Got a fresh one on you Dick by any chance?"