When I say I had an adventure with my passport I actually mean I had a terrible experience trying to get my passport.
My adventure started when I drove to my nearest post office, where I’m supposed to be able to get my passport, and was told to go to this other specific post office “which is the only one in town that does passports.”
Repeat that three times until you find me in a sketchy part of town half an hour after the passport section of the post office has closed. Let’s just say it was a great time, I especially liked the part where the postal service employees spoke to me as though I was a ten year old. That was my second favorite part but only because I have to compare it to coming in and say, “if you send me to another post I swear I’ll… say some very bad words!”