This afternoon I went over to a solicitor to get copies of my passport and H's passport notarized for some Australian paperwork that we're finishing. I called the solicitor in advance to make sure that he would notarize H's passport copy without H being there. The solicitor said that he could since he was certifying it as a true copy, but said that he would prefer that I bring a second photo identification with me for H.
Unfortunately, H had already driven to work with his UK driver's license. I quickly thought about what other photo identifications would be in the house.
"Umm, would you accept a Qatari driver's license as the second proof of photo identification?"
"Sure, no problem," responded my new best friend Mr. Solicitor.
So off I went to the lawyer's office with our passports and my favorite driver's license to-date, courtesy of the Emir on his stallion:
The solicitor was rather excited when I arrived because he had "never seen a U.S. passport before." He immediately began paging through one and reading aloud the first quote by Abe Lincoln. The Qatari driver's license didn't even register on his 'cool' scale; I wonder if he's seen one of those before. The last time I pulled one out outside of the Middle East was to rent a car at Newark Airport. And the Hertz woman didn't even blink.
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