I was so nervous as I shook emptied the plastic bag containing the cut up pieces of my driver lincence into men's room trash container.  I had sprent almost fifteen minutes sitting in the stall cutting my last remaining piece of my indentity into smaller and smaller parts. The bag would go into another trash can and the sissor, a very pair, I would leave near the sink.  I knew someone would take them and they would be lost forever.  A shared desire. I thought  i had needed licence to buy my ticket.  No one asked who I was. I just gave my money. I entered the bus before the driver and sat at a window seat towards the rear, driver side, but [...]