Hazel whips out a plastic card and hands it to her. All right then… Mrs. Lancaster… one glass of champagne, coming right up. And for you, Mr. Lancaster?"
I hope the woman misses the flash of alarm that momentarily passes over my face.
"Um… I'll have the same." I reply, coolly.
"Here you go, Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster. Enjoy the rest of your flight." She hands us the little bottles and two plastic cups.
As soon as the attendant is out of earshot, I whip around to hiss, "Let me see that ID."
Hazel grins devilishly, "Sure, Mr. Lancaster."
I glare, as she hands me the plastic card. It belongs to a Hazel Lancaster, who is married, and twenty-six years old. The picture appears to be a slightly older version of Hazel, but as I look closer, I can see that the picture is definitely a different woman.
"Hazel, where did you even get this?" I say, a little too loud.
She explains that her mother took her to an amusement park when she was younger where you could make ID cards.
"They were just for fun, and they have 'Super Fun Land' written on the back." I check to verify her story. Sure enough, there is an amusement park logo on the back of the card.
"Anyway, they wouldn't let me make one on my own because I was only five years old. So, my mother put her picture and information in so that I could still have a card with my name on it."
I shake my head in disbelief. "Are people here really that stupid?"
She frowns, "Where are you from, anyway?" Then, as if just remembering the champagne, her eyes light up and she pops the cork. "Your drink, monsieur. And I believe you were going to tell me about her."