Hey Loser! Don't Lose Your Passport!
Everyone's known for a while now that Canadians travelling southwards to the... uhhh... Land Of The Free will need a passport to do so as of January 23rd. Anyone familiar with human behaviour also knew that everyone would leave getting their documents to the last minute, promising epic lines at the Sinclair Centre. So I was feeling pretty smug about my passport being good for another year and a half... until I went to book a flight to Thailand and couldn't find the damn thing.
I somehow managed to lose my passport somewhere in my building between the parking garage and my 3rd-floor apartment. The best I can come up with is that it fell out of one of my bags and someone picked it up to sell on the black market for a tidy profit. Either that or it fell unnoticed into my paper recycling bin and got sent off to the pulper. A notice in my building turned up nothing. In the two days since I'd seen it I'd made one trip out of my place to a friend's house, and it wasn't there either. This was not good. Out of all the passports I've had, this one was my favourite because it'd been stamped in six countries on four continents. Fuck.
Identity theft being rampant these days, I figured I should get right to reporting it missing. Surprise! I couldn't find the photocopy of my passport either, which meant I didn't have my passport number, which meant that I couldn't file a police report until I got my number from the passport office, which they definitely do not give over the phone, if I was even able to get past the busy signal anyway, which is basically impossible right now, which left one course of action... get my paperwork together and go to the Sinclair Centre to get in line. Double fuck.
The scene at the Sinclair Centre was as expected. Liney. Very very liney. I spent over two hours in line on the ground floor just to get into the line up in the office (and I should mention here that the overall atmosphere wasn't angry and impatient and pushy-shovey as I had expected. People were chatting amongst themselves, reading, laughing... there was a reporter from CBC Radio doing interviews... I didn't hear a single person swearing out loud... it was a nice surprise). The whole thing took 4 1/2 hours... enough time to get through 70 pages of Hemingway's "For Whom The Bell Tolls", which I highly recommend to anybody with a taste for fine literature.
I'd also recommend a few other things to those people:
1. Don't lose your passport.
2. Keep a photocopy of your passport.
3. If you have to apply, make sure your application is filled out correctly and double check all the details. A woman who was just ahead of me in line waited over four hours only to get turned away because her guarantor was a professor emeritus (ie. retired or semi-retired).
4. Read "The Master and Margarita" by Mikhail Bulgakov









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interesting about the professor emeritius. my guarantor is my father in law, who is a retired prof. engineer... we've had no problems getting passports. wonder what the difference is....