I went to high school with a guy who started balding in junior high and had worry lines and a resting sour face. It aged him enough that he bought us Popov a few times, probably because he looked exactly like the kind of person who would buy cheap vodka. He understood his superpower and helped those in need.

But asking for a card just once would have stopped it all. Evenly distributed law enforcement, even empty procedural moves like checking ID, is what justice looks like. We are all in this together.