My Mother has my ID

A lady came in today to sell a few crappy cd's, and she (according to the required ID) was a few months older than me. Ok fine & normal, duh.
Let's just say late 20's to early 30's.
Mother asked me if that thing on the counter was a "quit smoking" aid. My answer? "No, it's a white grease marker". (which we use to mark CDs for various reasons)
When I asked for the ID, she paused and her mother quickly stepped forward and announced that she was her mother and carries all of her daughters ID. All the while they were extremely nice people. So I had to wonder and be mystified; these CDs were common & popular music of the past 10 or so years. It was an average CD purchase for any used store. But I never have seen anyone that appears so normal yet so controlled by a parent, especially as this age.
This (daughter) lady seemed a tad off, but socially capable, yet I could not help but wonder what lies beneath.
(we may be best not knowing that now as perhaps we already read it in the media sometime in the past)
So, is it religion, is it an unusual case of mental illness under the care of a (freaky) parent, or is it both? Worse?
Well, I may never know, nor will I further inquire, but I do know one thing: I won't doubt the possibility that this lady in question has been institutionalized for some time. Still, curiosity abounds every corner of confronting the public on a day to day basis.
I'm going to start searching for a blog about Value Village now. Why? Because the people that go there are even crazier than Wal-Mart, that's why!
(and I will always love going there)
Anyways, is there not a crackhead out there who has some (......) CDs to sell to a used CD store? I'm getting bored this month. thanks.
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