No Id...
David Cammeron walked into a branch of Nat-West to cash a cheque. As he approached the cashier, he said: "Good morning, could you please cash this cheque for me"?
Cashier: "It would be my pleasure, sir. Could you please show me your ID?"
Cammeron "Well, I didn’t bring my ID with me as I didn't think there was any need to. I am David Cammeron , the Prime Minister!!!"
Cashier: "I’m sorry, but with all the regulations, monitoring, of the banks because of impostors and forgers, etc, I must insist on proof of identity."
"Just ask anyone here at the bank he said who I am and they will tell you. Everybody knows who I am."
Cashier: "I am sorry Prime Minister but these are the bank rules and I must follow them."
Cammeron: "I need this cheque cashed!"
Cashier: "Perhaps there’s another way. One day Tony Jacklin came into the bank without ID. To prove he was Tony Jacklin he pulled out his putting iron and made a beautiful shot across the bank into a cup. With that shot, we knew him to be Tony Jacklin and cashed his cheque.
Another time, Billy Jean King came in without ID. She pulled out her tennis racquet and made a fabulous shot where the tennis ball landed in my cup. With that spectacular shot, we cashed her cheque..
So sir, what can you do to prove that you, and only you, are the Prime Minister?"
Cammeron stood there thinking and finally said: "Honestly, I can't think of a single thing I'm good at."
Cashier: "Will that be large or small notes, Prime Minister?