Oh, man, when am I not pre-menstrual?!

The sky is not falling. We now return you to our regularly scheduled programming.

Last week, when I went to register for summer school, I got hassled for not having a college ID card. I was expecting it; the school had sent out a mass e-mail explaining that in light of the elevated threat level, they would be checking IDs whenever you entered a college building. They let me pass for the day with a promise to get an ID ASAP.

I stopped outside the ID office and copied down the days and times it would be open. Monday, 2:00 - 3:00, and Wednesday, 10:00 - 11:00. No problem. I'd need to get textbooks anyway.

I went to the office this morning. As soon as I stepped inside, an unfriendly voice to my left said, "Can I help you?" As in, what the hell do you want?

"I need to get an ID." Duh.

"What, a new one? You lost your old one? You student or faculty?" Student, honey. I went through my quick explanation of why I never got an ID. Unpleasant Woman looked at me sourly. "This isn't ID hours. I'll do it for you, but normally, we don't do IDs at this time."

Huh? "On your office door, it says: 'Open Monday 2:00 - 3:00 and Wednesday 10:00 - 11:00.'"

"Well, it ain't ID hours."

"So when are ID hours?"

"I said I'd do it. Sit down." And I did. She did her thing and handed me the card. But I kept wondering: if an office is called the ID office and it's only open two days a week for an hour at a time, how could it not be ID hours? She seemed to have more vested in her opinion than I had in mine, so I took the card and left. Stranger than fiction.

Today's little happiness: six-ounce boxes of big California raspberries, two for $3.