Taken from a post I made elsewhere:

I've been waiting forever and a day for a story awkward enough to share with everyone, and today was my lucky (?) day!! Plus, this story rated an A- from a friend of mine on his Amber Storytelling Scale, which is amazing because I am a lousy storyteller. ANYWAY.

Today was my last full day of classes, and I decided to celebrate by wearing my Communist Party t-shirt. All was going well until I went into work. I work at University Card Services, where people come to get new IDs if they lose theirs or are new faculty/staff/students/what have you. I am standing there, looking excellent in my awesome Communist t-shirt, when a fella walks up. He gives me this smile like "I apologize in advance" and starts speaking with a very very very heavy accent. It worries me a little, but only in the back of my head, so I don't pay attention much. Eventually I gather that he is a grad student working for the Chemistry department, and I ask for a photo ID so I can make his University ID (which is standard). He pulls out his passport, and lo and behold our grad friend is from RUSSIA. I just stood there awkwardly staring at his passport in my Communist t-shirt, and then sort of lamely go "Well, let's take your picture!" DDD:

The best part is that when he was leaving he turns to me and says "I find your t-shirt to be very beautiful." XDDD

In Communist Russia, ID makes you!