So the other day my passport arrived. It proved to be as horrible as I had anticipated. As soon as I opened the little booklet I slammed it shut, put it back in the envelope it came in and tucked it away in my man bag.
I'm just going to pretend it doesn't exist for a while.
If and when I decide it does exist, it'll be a private little joke between the boarder guard and I.
Don't ask about it, it does not exist, nor will it ever.
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