Wander Words

I went to the American embassy today to pick up my new passport (apparently you have to renew those things). My new picture turned out surprisingly flattering, so I told Stick we can get married tomorrow but if he expects me to change my name, he has to wait until January of 2018.

Picking up my new passport was fast and painless, but in handing all my papers back and forth, I misplaced the claim slip to get my iPod back from security. The claim slip was actually half a Post-it with the number 10 written on it in pen, but without it, the security guard was not going to give me my items back.

The guard clearly wanted to give it to me, but he was afraid that I might be a masterthief who pretends to renew her passport all the time in order to gain access to the little plastic baskets of electronics that aren’t allowed into American Citizen Services compound. I was about to go back to ACS to look for the missing ticket when I thought of a better plan.

“I can prove that’s mine,” I told the guard.

“How?”

“I have the local times for Beijing, New York, Denver and Bombay saved. In case I have to call someone I like, and I don’t want to wake them up,”

He looked at me kind of funny, but I was reunited with my Grosse Point Blank soundtrack.

Meg wrote this on January 31st, 2008 and filed it under Travel |