A Bad Relationship

So, in most relationships you try to stay together. Correct?
Well, I have discovered that my driver's license and I do NOT have a good relationship. Since receiving my nice, new license in the mail around the end of February, it has tried to escape me twice (that's almost an average of once a month). I'm very worried.
The first incident was when somehow it remained in my coat pocket (I swear I had put it back in my wallet) and got packed in my suitcase. This was the cause of me delaying my flight out of St. Louis. Yeah...I really don't know about that one.
Then, last week on Friday I finally acted on my ponderings of joining a gym. I went to Gold's Gym and signed up. The recruiter (I guess that's what she's called) took my license and debit card for registration info. I got my debit card back, but not my license. So, when I opened my wallet on Saturday for some reason and saw my license missing AGAIN...it made me wonder what I had done to offend it so. My picture turned out wonderfully. I have never treated it poorly and I have always been kind to it. Why, then, does it keep trying to run away???
I don't get it. :(
I had my other license for 10 years and it NEVER went missing. This saddens me deeply. :(

Groped

So, many now know that I had the opportunity to go to Chicago this past week. After my time in Chicago, I took a train to go visit family in Columbia, Missouri. At the end of the week I had to fly back home to Utah.
We got the the St. Louis airport without any serious trouble (other than getting confused as to where to go). I got to the baggage check-in line and thought everything was fine. There was only one other person in line in front of me, so I figured it would be a short and painless experience. There were 2 other people already checking in their bags. They took FOREVER. So, by the time I finally got to check in my stuff, I wanted to be as quick as possible (since there was now a long line of people behind me). I put my bag on the scale and opened up my wallet to grab my driver's license to prove who I was so I could get my boarding pass. It wasn't there. I searched my purse and it was nowhere to be found. I asked if I could use another form of ID and my debit card and student ID worked. Although, I was warned that there would be more security checks for me. I didn't know what he meant and thankfully went on my way. I went through the security check with no problems (other than them stopping me to ask about the water bottle in my purse that I had forgotten was there). I sat down to wait to board the plane and was quickly called up (no more than 10 minutes later). When they scanned my boarding pass, it made a different beep and they pulled me off to the side. Apparently my boarding pass had been marked for higher security screening (due to my ID mishap) and since I hadn't been patted down, the boarding pass was never changed. The man at the desk had to call the TSA, which was a process since he didn't have the number, nor a phone directly connected to the airport (it was a newly built gate area). So, at this time we were supposed too be taxiing to the runway. With my severe dislike of flying, I was about to tell them to take off without me. 
Eventually the correct phone number was found and some security guards came to the gate. I then had the ~wonderful~ opportunity to have every inch of my body patted down (and I mean EVERY inch). It actually tickled at some points. I'm not going to say I was a fan of the experience, but it wasn't horrible. They finally let me walk onto the plane and as soon as I sat down they closed the door and pulled out.
So, I had the most wonderful experience of getting groped by the security guard and being the reason our flight was delayed. We still landed on time in Salt Lake, thankfully.
But, now I can say (with a smile), I held up an entire plane.
LOL :)