It Took Me Longer to Get Home Tonight Because...
...I lost my military identification card that gets me on base.
I know that I had it last night about 10:00 p.m. as I remember the gate guard, Mr. Ong whom I love to hear say, "Thank you, Ms. LEE-vang! You have a great night!"
That he mispronounces the name does not really bother me, as he does it with such joy and finesse! It does not run through my mind that he should be corrected.
Tonight, they would not let me on-base. I had to call the dispatcher, who sent a police car with two military police officers--one woman and one man. It took them about 20 minutes to arrive, and another 30 minutes before they would escort me on on the base to my townhouse.
Once there, I had to supply them something that proved to them that I lived there. I brought out another piece of mail with my address on it, as well as my book of checks from the bank. Of course, I gave them the same from inside my car, but that did not prove it was me, even with my drivers' license.
I have no idea where the ID card is. I think I may have lost it in a grocery store or the TJMaxx or Ross store I visited yesterday. There is no telling where it is, but I know it is not here in my townhouse.
It makes me sick to have lost it, but I am thankful that I am working on this base tomorrow. Until I get a new one, I will be unable to leave the base, go to the commissary or exchange, or to the medical facility. I will be unable to go get a new ID in the next three days, because of the special paperwork needed and the time it will take to get the new card that will take more time than my lunch hour, as the 1100 to 1300 (military lingo for time) timeframe will likely allow with their reduced manpower during the lunch hours.
In the 41 years I have had a military ID card, this is the first time I have ever lost one. I just wish I knew where I dropped it.