I’m pretty sure everyone here is already familiar with the concept of a stupid tax.
So… remember a couple weeks back when I mentioned I had spent over $100 during the low spend month, but I wasn’t ready to tell you about it yet? It was because I had done something incredibly stupid, and as a result my stomach felt like it was about to take up residence in my throat.
If you’ve been reading for a little while you’re already aware that The Boy and I are heading to Hawaii shortly for a friend’s wedding. This has been in the works for 8 or 9 months now. We’ve already paid for the flights and accommodation, and booked a number of activities while we’re there. It’s the first time we’ve gone on a non-family related excursion together, AKA it’s the first time we’ve gone on vacation together. It’ll also be the first time I’ve gone on a hot vacation to break up the winter doldrums. I’m doing my best to not get too excited and worked up at the moment.
So, you can imagine how I felt when I picked up my passport in the middle of January, and realized that it had expired two days prior.
*insert nausea here*
You’d think that would be something I’d check, right?
Nope, totally didn’t. I was *sure* that it was still good, so I never bothered to check.
I had a whole list of things to do that day, but they were instantly dropped. I grabbed the passport and went straight downtown. I’ve never wished the speed limit on the Whitemud was 110km/hr so much in my life. I parked underground at Canada Place, ran up to the passport office, and was immediate sickened by the line up that ran out the door for passport renewals. I grabbed a form and started filling it out while I waited in line at the photo shop to get my picture taken, texting friends and asking them to be my references. Two hours later, and I was standing at one of the tellers trying to not either throw up or burst into tears. She looked at my form, told me it wouldn’t be a problem, and that I’d have my new passport in two weeks. I didn’t believe her.
I didn’t sleep that night.
Six business days later, and my shiny new passport was at the post office waiting to be picked up. I know the pile of bureaucracy that is the Canadian government doesn’t frequently get kudos for its efficiency, but seriously, THANK YOU!!
I still feel mildly nauseated by the ordeal.
Needless to say, I look like I’m about to throw up in my passport photo. That’s okay. I’d rather look like crap on paper passing through customs than staying at home looking half decent. Let’s be honest, if I had to stay at home because of that I wouldn’t look half decent, I’d be beat up from kicking my own ass something fierce.
Lesson learned: Check your passport expiry before booking anything. Travel tips 101…
I’m going to try to go unwind now. With a bucket of ice cream and a spoon. Bikini be damned.
What is the biggest stupid tax you’ve ever avoided?
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