Friday, November 22, 2013
I Truly am "Off My Rocker"
I pass through a gate on post on average 2 times a day except on Saturday. I always appreciate the professionalism of the men who greet, scan and protect everyone who enters. Yesterday, I was on my phone (no phone to ear just using my phone-sync to my car) talking to the Pet Brigade getting Huck and Finn set up for a grooming. As I approached the gate, I told the girl on the other end of the phone where I was and informed her that I would be quiet for a moment. I handed my card to the MP, and I noticed--as my groomer just continues to talk, talk, talk-- that he looked at me rather strangely and a little smile lifted the corners of his mouth. He said, "Ma'am, I would love to accept this, but . . . ." I looked up to see that my military ID had changed colors from a beige to a metallic blue, and I read the word VISA emblazoned on it. LOL There is something about being 59 years old that allows you to laugh and gives permission to the guard and, after I articulated to her what was happening, the groomer to laugh with you! Bless both of their hearts, I made their day!