The security system is a wrist band with a unique code on it, kind of like one you might find at an amusement park. They give the parent an identical band to the child’s and that is what is needed to leave the building with your children. Instead of wearing the bands, I just put them in my pocket.
For the third day in a row I went to pick up my girls, always in a rush to get them out and home for lunch. I went through the line, the girls holding up their arms, and me holding out my folded papers for the door monitors to verify. The line usually moved pretty fast, but this time the lady grabbed my girls’ arms and shouted, “We have mismatched numbers!” There was real concern on her face.
“That’s strange. These are the ones they gave me,” I insisted.
She looked at me as if for sure I was a convicted felon and began pulling the girls away. She said something to a man standing on the other side of the line that sounded like, “Taking them downtown.” Was she serious? I thought I must have heard wrong, but it evidently shocked some sense into me!
“Hey, wait a minute!” I yelled, still hanging on to my daughter’s other arm. “Maybe these are yesterday’s tags.” I reached into my back pocket and, sure enough, . . . I pulled out other tags and handed them to the lady. They matched!
“Oh good!” she said. “I hated to send you down town.” Still I think I must have heard wrong. There are police on the premises, so surely they could verify that these were my children without locking me up!
I threw my tags away and made a mental note to be more careful with the placement of tomorrow’s tags, lest I be held in shackles. Really, though, it did give me a sense of security that someone with mal intent would have a hard time leaving there with my children!