Prime Minister, Julia Gillard"

    Teller: "Yes, I know who you are, but with all the regulations, I insist on seeing ID."
 
   Gillard: "Just ask anyone here who I am and they will tell you. They all know who I am."

    Teller: "I am sorry, but these are the bank rules and I must follow them."
 
   Gillard : "Is there some other way around this?"

    Teller: "Look, here's what we can do: a while ago now, Greg Norman walked into the bank
               without ID. To prove he was Greg Norman he pulled out his putter and golf ball
               and trickled it ten metres across the floor into a cup. Then we were sure he was
               Greg Norman and cashed his cheque.
 
              Another time, Pat Rafter came in without ID. He pulled out his tennis racquet and
              lobbed a tennis ball fifteen metres - right into my coffee mug. After that spectacular
              shot we cashed his cheque.
 
              So, what can you do to prove to me that you are really the Prime Minister of Australia?"
 
  Gillard stands, deep in thought for what seems like minutes then finally says:
              "My mind's a complete blank. Honestly, I can't think of a single thing"
 
   Teller: "Would fifties be OK, Prime Minister