jabba exists

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.