Republic of Ireland, 2006
A guy I knew loaned me his disability travel pass for a trip that I was making from Kilkenny to Dublin to meet a girl I knew who was flying in from the Netherlands.
At the train station ticket office, I didn't like the look of the lady behind the glass and should have paid cash. She asked me to replicate the signature, and she confiscated the document. She said the guy who had given this to me was in a lot of trouble.
The train was slow leaving the station. I couldn't deboard because Kim was depending on me. Illegally in the country, I was experiencing panic attacks at that time in my life. That was a bad one; Kim at Huston Station and me worried about getting hauled off to gaol.
Nothing happened, and I got to Dublin without any further problems.
J_ never got into any trouble. He got his disability pass replaced. Then he moved house. He couldn't find his disability pass, and got it replaced again. Importantly, he had misplaced it in a stack of books and papers before he had had a chance to put his signature on it. He said if I wanted it, I could sign his name on it, and then be able to use it without worries.
I was skeptical, but it was an opportunity, and this was Ireland.... Authority is different in Ireland. I only used the pass three times, and on the third trip I was caught, ejected from a bus, and of course lost that document, too.