Nathan kindly reminded me that I never mentioned what happened with my ID card.
Did a nice old lady find it and return it to me? Did I lose my "military dependant" priviledges? Am I being held prisoner on base? Did I have to suffer the embarrassment of going to the MP and admitting that my ID card could be, right this minute, allowing access to all manner of militants to high security areas like the commisary and PX?
Nathan found my ID card.
In my wallet.
I checked my purse. I searched the car. I looked through my wallet. I called the beach. I cleaned out my purse and threw away 2 months worth of ATM reciepts. I drove back to the beach. I searched the car again. Then Nathan prayed, and decided to check my wallet. And there was my ID card, hiding behind a credit card, all along.