I checked all pockets; fluff (or lint – I’m not sure of the difference); two sweets (still wrapped, possibly edible); some string; a few coins; a bus-ticket; a receipt; various other items of little use; but nothing that I could use to confirm who, or indeed ‘what’, I was.
They refused to allow my entrance. I foresaw my exit – and was soon unceremoniously ejected into the street.
Much later (some several years) I realised that all along I had had my library ticket tucked inside the cuff of my jacket.
Never mind, I shall remember it being there next time. If there is a next time. For whatever it was that I needed my ID for.
