“groovy mother...”

This is the security guard at the offices in Copley Place.

Joy works there, and I was going to visit her. This guard asked for my ID, and when I gave her my driver's license, she started typing all the information from it (license number, home address, date of birth) into her computer. I complained, asked about privacy policies, was refused any explanation for what they might do with my data, demanded my ID back, and I was refused entry, so Joy came down to meet me.

While I was waiting for Joy, I took a photo of the guard just to piss her off more. (I actually turned the flash on my cellphone on, just so it was completely clear what I was doing).

Yes, I am a smartarse.