Today I called the Hampton Roads Appt line to make Jack's two week post-partum (really post-release from NICU) appt. (I was specifically told, when he was discharged, that he needed to go to the Pediatrics Clinic for this because he was in the NICU, and if Tricare gave me trouble to have them contact the clinic directly.) Tricare starts giving me a run-around about him having to go to the same clinic I go to, and him only having a 60-day window of enrollment in Prime so they can't send him to the Pediatrics clinic, blah blah incompetence blah...
Dav takes the phone. Several minutes and a lot of barely-suppressed swearing on his part later... He hangs up and announces that Tricare has no record of Jack being enrolled. This despite them giving him copies of the paperwork he filled out at the time.
The billowing smoke coming from the general direction of base? Is from the burning tower of rage from his head. He's down there now correcting this error in his inimitable fashion.
I did not allow him to bring weaponry. ^_^; He grumped at me, but I pointed out Security Forces doesn't let people come on base armed anyway. "Yeah, and this is why!!"