We had an appointment today to get passports for the kids and me. The appointment was for 10 AM. We set out for the post office only to be greeted with the same nasty shrew who gave me a hard time when I had to do a mass mailing of directories for the middle school. Perhaps she is upset because she can't find a good diet plan or hairdresser. Some people should really rethink their career choices.
Fortunately - the shrew doesn't get involved with that. (All she really does is sell stamps and tape boxes, don't ask her for anything outside of these tasks) The only remaining knowledgeable person helped us instead.
Everything was going along swimmingly until, of course, Brian's application. His birth certificate, issued the most recently of all of them, did not list any parents!!! Megan, born two years earlier, in New York, had it all. So, thankfully...we only had to drive over to the next town to get the updated version.
After quite a comedy of errors involving moved offices, parking roulette, and disconnected phone numbers, we finally found the office. $10 later, in four to six weeks, we can leave the country!!!
(as if)
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