A man walked into a bar and ordered a drink. When the bartender asked for his ID, he reluctantly handed over his driver's license.
The bartender looked at it, then back at the man. "Is this photo really you?"

I chuckled at my sister as she placed her phone on our kitchen countertop to get an angle of me sitting in one chair while talking from another angle. In person, we'd be having that conversation about age with the bartender who refuses service due to the legal drinking limits set by laws.

"Well you know how photos can be outdated and false representation..." I said while continuing work behind them both pretending they aren't there.

When you're trying to find an answer but end up finding more questions instead, and sometimes just one question leads to further puzzlement than any given topic may have been intended for.