My Passage to my Passport

It’s just my luck that a situation that should only take a half hour would take me two and a half! I’m just glad that everyone was patient and really nice or else it would chalk up there with one of the most awful days of my life… It all started right after the long process of making sure that every piece of hair was in place and after practicing my toothless smile over and over. I was told that a local camera store did passport pictures inexpensively and set out to their store. When I got there, there was a sign saying that they had moved across town. (Now you must know at this point of the story that I am HORRIBLE with directions. It doesn’t help that I get my left and rights confused. No kidding!) So I think I’ll take the safe way and call my brother for directions and then I set out in my search. To cut this part of the story short, I drove down the same huge street about three different times and then finally called my mom. After more aimless driving I went back to their old store and called them. After getting directions from an employee I was still confused and had to have my mom give me a step by step. Come to find out they were in the opposite direction and it didn’t help that they had just BARELY moved so they didn’t have a sign on the street yet. Lovely right?
At this point I had congratulated myself way too soon for this is just the beginning of my lengthy journey. For one when I went into the shop and asked to get my passport pictures, the kid said that they just moved and didn’t know where the right camera was. After a few shots with a camera you could tell he didn’t know how to use, he tells me that the camera is being retarded and that I should just go to Walgreens. (History behind why this is so stupid is because I was going to go to Walgreens in the first place but I tried checking it out online and couldn’t find anything about passport photos!) Moral of that part of the story is that Walgreens is the best.
After about ten minutes at Walgreens I had my passport pictures in hand and was on the road to the Orem City offices to get my paper work done. I knew that the offices were behind the huge library but when I got there is when the next problem arose. There was the library, and the courthouse, and the police office, but no city offices. I drove around the whole parking lot again lost and confused. Not only was I not sure where the building was, but I felt retarded driving around uselessly with cop cars coming and going. So I sucked it up parked and ran into the courthouse. The officer was sitting behind a thick piece of glass and looked like she could take any man down, but knew exactly what I was looking for. The offices were connected to the library; if it had been a snake it would have bit me.
Of course once I got inside the right place I didn’t know where to go next. I figured Librarians should know what is going on and waited patiently for my turn to ask where to go. But I was wrong, she had no idea and suggested I go and ask the mayor’s secretary. Yet again another twist in my story on the way to the passport office, I would have never thought to get my passport I would go and visit the mayor’s office. Though if the secretary has any correlation with the mayor then we are in good hands because she knew what she was talking about. I finally made it up the spiral staircase to the passport office. Once there it was all an easy breeze until she asked for my check…. The check I forgot to bring from my home about twenty minutes away. By this point I expected conflict and accepted the fate of driving home and back, but luckily for me there was a smart, yet creepy man standing there who suggested I just go to the nearest bank and get a travelers check. Praises to whoever thought of such a thing! Albertsons was across the street and had a bank inside. The bank teller even forgot to charge me for using their services, I think he forgot on purpose because heck I’m cute…. No, but really I think he felt bad for me as I told him about my many hurdles while trying to get this task completed. After the dangerous drive back across the busy street, I had everything I needed and was done. When I signed the last signature, and she said I was done I almost couldn’t believe that there wasn’t another hidden step to the process.
Apparently it all worked because about a week ago my official passport came in the mail- that’s right!! I’m legal baby!! China here I come!