where's the beef?

OK.  C.  this one is for you.  I am back from my mental vacation... although I am officially on vacation.  Well, the children are anyway.  And since they are on summer vacation, I think I will revert back to my early years and think of myself as on vacation too. 

No dinners, lunches, or breakfasts.  Well, on a schedule anyway.  We are going to be so far off schedule.  Mainly due to the fact that I am being detained for being a smartass.

One of my favorite parts about growing up ... other than daydreaming I was an only child ...  was the visitation rites to military bases/facilities.  So, now that I am considered a non-dependent, the only way I can visit a military base/facility is to attend with my parents.  I cannot believe the military has cut me off!!! 

Recently, I had the opportunity to visit a base.  Name of base is unknown due to security reasons.  And my name.

 I arrived with a very eager- to- follow- the- directions attitude.  No misinformation.  I was trying to be serious... as in NOT using the B-word (bomb) at an airport even if you are just totally joking around.  Because as I have been warned THAT is NOT a joke, AT ALL!!

Military person:  "May I see your ID?"
Me:  "Yes".
Me:  "Here it is". 
Military person:  takes ID and appears to be studying it a bit too closely.  "HMMMMM."
Me:  "I am definitely over 21"
Military person:  "I AM NOT CHECKING YOUR AGE."

And so that is how I ended up in "detainment".

 I suggest not joking with anyone who has the authority to screw your day over.