Passport
It began last night . . . my passport troubles. First? The good news. I need a new passport. My current one is expiring and with plans to do some sunning and funning in Mexico with friends soon, I need to renew it. So, last night I walked through the chill of the Seattle evening to Rite Aid where I had my photo taken. Presto. No big deal. “Did you get your picture done?” Marc asked when he arrived home. “Yep!” I said, pulling them out of the bag. “It only cost $8.” “They didn’t cut it?” “Huh? Uh, no.” “For $8? You should have come up to my job. It was a dollar . . . and precut.” “It’s not a big deal . . . that extra $7 would have been gas...
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