I come from a small town that's very trusting. Everybody pretty much knows everybody else.
As a teenager I could go into any of the Mom and Pop video stores and rent a VHS classic just by giving the staff my name and phone number. Nine times out of ten they didn't eve have to ask.
One day I went into one of my usual haunts, picked out a coupla flicks, went up to the counter and was promptly confronted by a young stranger. Was it the owner's kid or something?
"Could I get your name and phone number?" he asked in a squeaky my-testicles-haven't-quite-dropped fashion.
I muttered my reply as I fished out a couple of bucks. He scribbled something, turned the rental slip around on the counter for me to sign and then walked away to retrieve the movies.
I picked up the pen and went to sign my Paulie Walnuts but hesitated when I noticed the "Customer's Name" written on the slip of paper: