Today I made my way to a highly coveted appointment at the ID card office in order to renew my military ID. I say highly coveted because the office is very busy, and you literally have to make an appointment 3 months in advance. I've had this appointment set since July.
It's blanking hot here in middle Georgia and I'm driving David's car right now. He's in a weird school all the way across base that requires him to be here, there, and everywhere, so it makes sense for him to drive my little Jeep which doesn't drink gas like his giant Envoy does. However, his giant Envoy doesn't have A/C, also it's giant so it's hard for me to park in the tiny parking spaces at this particular office. The walk from the already hot as hell car parked on one end of the parking lot to the building was miserable.
I went in ready to battle. I had my current ID, my driver's license, my military power of attorney for ID cards, my birth certificate, my marriage license, and my social security card. Just in case.
The soldier behind the desk was pleasant. The wait wasn't so much, but I took the time to people watch.
A young couple, newly in love, were cuddled in the corner. They were there to get her an ID card since they had just recently gotten married. They giggled quietly, holding hands, oblivious to everyone around them. Meanwhile, my husband was sending me gifs of hot dog wieners being thrown at people's heads. 16 years of marriage, folks.
It did take me back to being young and engulfed with that sickeningly sweet sense of love. I pulled out the marriage license from 16 years ago, just to look. Folded up in it was the receipt from where we paid for it. $30. That's how much it cost to get married in Charlottesville, Virginia in 2002. And in a hot musty old building in Fort Stewart, Georgia, in late June, I received my first military ID. I'm sure we sat, holding hands and giggling while waiting to be called back, too. Now, we send each other dumb text messages and smack each other's butts every once in a while.
I was called back 27 minutes past my actual appointment time, but that's ok. Mr Hill was kind, we had a great chat about pets, children, family, and wine. I got my new ID, expiring in 2021. And then used it at the commissary next door.
Maybe I'll find some awkwardly sexy gif to send to David, maybe even give him an extra booty smack this evening. Young love. |
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