The Case of the Missing ID

Here are the facts: Saturday night I used my ID card to get into my hall. I stopped in the laundry room to move clothes from the washer to the dryer. I went to the bathroom area to change into pj's. The next morning my ID was gone. I don't remember seeing it after changing clothes, but that doesn't mean a whole lot. My roommate and I tore our room apart and put it back together looking for my ID. It wasn't anywhere. We knew it had to be on the hall somewhere, we just couldn't find it.

How would the Hardy Boys solve this mystery? They would get kidnapped, pull something random out of their pockets to cut their ropes, discover an espionage plot against the government, pull something else completely random out of their pockets to help them capture the bad guys, get rescued by their dad at just the right time, then realize that my ID was in one of the boxes the bad guys had.

How would Scooby-Doo and his gang solve this mystery? While consuming large amounts of food, Scooby and Shaggy would stumble into a hidden passage in my hall - filled with ghosts and no one else would believe them when they got back, every one else would be trying to scientifically figure out what happened, then Daphne would get snatched by the ghosts, Velma would lose her glasses, Fred would come up with a plan to catch the ghost, the "ghost" would be unmasked to reveal the villain, who would have my ID in his pocket and would have gotten away with it if not for those meddling kids and that dog too.

How would Sherlock Holmes solve it? He would stand in the hall for a while staring at the carpet, then stand in the laundry room staring at the washers, then stand in the middle of my room for an eternity, then declare to Watson he knew exactly where my ID was, then explain said location using large words.

How would Perry Mason or Hercule Poirot solve the mystery? Well, those are stories for a different day.

Sadly, none of these great mystery solvers showed up to lend me their skills in locating my ID. Instead, I had to go a week working off the kindness, patience, and loving-mercy of my roommate and the cafeteria people until the school got more ID cards in.