I flew on a business trip yesterday. At the ticket counter, I gave the agent my driver license, as usual. She did the usual check-in process, then looked up.
“Mr. Turner, what is your date of birth?”
I gave her my birthdate and she continued typing.
Curiosity caught up with me. “So … I’ve never been asked for my birthdate before,” I said in a friendly tone. “What did you need that for?”
“Oh,” she replied casually, “just to clear you from the watch list.”
Very interesting, indeed.