base entry

So, my husband has a tendency to forget things and I have a tendency to call him a dork for it. Well, Thursday his boss called to let him know that he had left his ID at work (quite a common occurrence for many people now that they have to use their ID’s to log into the computers). This meant that Friday morning, at o’dark thirty when he goes to work that he had to stop at the visitor center to get a base pass. Apparently, something was wrong and they couldn’t print out the passes like normal, so that lady was contemplating what to write down so the guards would let him in. Bryan mentioned that if I was there, I’d put down that he was a dork. Instead, this is what she gave him….

Absolutely priceless!