Nickelmeister wrote:To sell silver in Manitoba you currently DO have to provide a driver's license (or equivalent form of photo ID).
All my buys go into the police database to be cross-referenced for stolen merchandise and I have to hold for 15 days.
The key thing is the "or equivalent" so somebody that didn't have a driver's license
might have lets say a passport for photo ID. In my case I do have a driver's license
but don't drive mainly to avoid the cost so since I don't have a car the "license plate"
poses a problem. I can meet the (current) Manitoba requirement of photo ID, but the
way the Vermont proposal is written you litterally would need to have an (expensive
to operate) car in order to sell any precious metals. (Of course maybe one day I'll
need to strap a license plate to my ass because I'll be deemed fat enough that I
coun't as a vehicle. ^_-)
Good to know what the requirements are. I've only once in my life sold silver, I picked
up $11 face of 80% in Grand Forks that I got below what the shops in Winnipeg were
buying it for, I hung onto $1 face and sold the other $10 face when I got back. (If I
knew that wasn't normal I wouldn't have sold that, I didn't find out until the next trip
that there was no arbitrage opportunity here, just a one time fluke.) I didn't need
photo ID, I don't think I was even asked for any ID, but I was 17 at the time so that
was a _long_ time ago. ^_-
However as I said I was 17 so the shop owner wanted me to bring a note from my
parents, apparently he had problems in the past with dumb-assed kids stealing coins
from their parents and selling them to him. -_- I didn't really want to point this out
to the guy at "Peg Coin and Stamp" (now long since defunct) but the note from parents
doesn't really prove anything. I mean the kid could forge it or maybe get a friend to
do so. It was kinda dumb having to ask my mom to write a note, I mean what if I
hadn't told my parents I bought it in the first place? (It might make sense to not
tell them so I don't have to listen to my dad whine about it. My dad was prone to
calling anything he doesn't understand "horseshit", apparently my dad believed
there were horses that pooped out electronics so horses that poop out silver isn't
much more of a stretch for him. Fortunately he's past that phase now. ^_-)