And show two forms of approved ID, one of which must have a current photograph, and....
Well, ah, actually...
When I was a young paratrooper, many moons ago, the Army had a habit of not feeding us when we where in the field.
So we would get back to garrison after a week or four in the woods, and hit the Bn Mess hall, where we would dutifully sign in, under our own names.
Then, we would hit the third Bn mess hall, and sign in a disney characters.
Then, 1st Bn, where I was alternatively, Ronald Reagen or Casper Weinberger.
Later, some entrepreneur got the brilliant idea, to open a chinese all-you-can-eat restaraunt right outside the gates of Fort Bragg, and scheduled his opening for the day we got back from the field. He went out of business that same day.
I felt bad for him.