Neophyte Mistake Costs Me My Dignity

I lost my passport in Paris, it may have been stolen, but I have no idea. I called the consulate, answered questions and got an appointment for the next day. When I arrived I couldn't get in because I had no valid picture ID.

I can't really describe how frustrated I was. I broke down in the hotel to a stranger. He looked at me, 'check with the front desk, sometimes Americans leave their passports'. The passport was there, I didn't know how to thank him. He suggested dinner, and then upstairs for some boy girl time. He wasn't someone you would pick in a lineup.

I got to the airport, I wasn't able to check in because the passport was invalid. It cost me three more days to get a replacement for the one that was canceled.

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