According to the passage, Americans can accept everything EXCEPT that ______.

I have a confession to make, and the sooner it gets out in the open, the better I’ll feel about it. I don’t drive a car.
    Americans are broad-minded people. They’ll accept the fact that a person can be an alcoholic, a dope fiend, a wife beater, and even a newspaperman, but if a man doesn’t drive, there is something wrong with him.
    Through the years I’ve found it very embarrassing to admit it to anyone, and my best friends tend to view me with suspicion and contempt.
    But where I really run into trouble is when I go into a store and try to make a purchase with a check.
    It happened again last week when I went to a discount house at a large shopping center in Maryland. I wanted to buy a portable typewriter, and the salesman was very helpful about showing me the different models.
    I decided on one, and then I said, "May I write out a personal check?"
    "Naturally", he said kindly. "Do you have any identifications?"
    "Of course", I said. I produced an American Express credit card, a Diner’s Club credit card, a Bell Telephone credit card, and my pass to the White House.
    The man inspected them all and then said, "Where’s your driver’s license?"
    "I don’t have one", I replied.
    "Did you lose it?"
    "No, I didn’t lose it. I don’t drive a car".
    He pushed a button under the cash register, and suddenly a floor manager came rushing over.
    The salesman had now become surly. "This guy’s trying to cash a check, and he doesn’t have a driver’s license. Should I call the store detective?"
    "Wait a minute. I’ll talk to him", the manager said. "Did you lose your driver’s license for some traffic offense?"
    "No, I’ve never driven. I don’t like to drive".
    "Nobody likes to drive", the floor manager shouted. "That’s no excuse. Why are you trying to cash a check if you don’t have a driver’s license?"
    "I thought all the other identification was good enough".
    By this time the president of the store had arrived on the scene. Fortunately, he recognized my name and okayed the check. He was very embarrassed by the treatment I had received and said, "Come on, I’ll buy you a drink".
    "I forgot to tell you", I said. "I don’t drink, either".
    This was too much, even for him, and he pushed me toward the door.
    "Got out of here", he said, "and don’t come back!"