Awhile back, I wrote a post about having a problem at the front gate. You know...the upside down ID card means distress" problem?Friday, I had a whole new problem with my ID card.
Light Twin and I decided to make a commissary run. We BOTH had our ID cards ready to hand to the guards at the gate. Right side up, of course.
When we get to the front of the line,we saw that the guards have a machine that scans the bar code on the back of the ID card. I handed over my card and he scanned it.
I am not kidding when I tell you that it made a "whoop whoop" sound. The guard frowned and asked me if I was "wanted"? I laughed. He didn't.
He wasn't kidding.
I wracked my brain to figure out what I could possibly have done to be "wanted". Was it my insane love of sensible shoes? Was it my potty mouth? Was it because my ID picture has got to be the worst picture ever taken? For what seemed like hours, he looked at the picture, looked at the scanner screen and then at me. He finally decided that I was not a menace to society and let me go with a "you're good."
Sheesh!! I'm starting to get a little front gate anxiety. What next?