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Best Worst Trip Ever, Part VI

When you’ve spent the last forty hours oscillating between Murphy’s law—“Anything that can go wrong will go wrong”—and a new law called “Austin’s law” that I discovered—“Anything that can go right will go right”—you no longer know which one to expect. All you can do is try to enjoy the journey, including its detours.

Best Worst Trip Ever, Part V

How is it that life can go from so bad to so good in a few hours?

Best Worst Trip Ever, Part III

Do appointments at regional passport agencies have “hard” or “soft” start times? Were they more like going to the doctor or getting married? If I was late, would anyone care or notice, or would some sour-faced government agent escort me to the curb and say the equivalent in American English of “bugger off”?

The Best Worst Trip Ever, Part II

Here was the gist: before 2007 I would have been okay. In 2009 I was, to use the postal worker’s parlance, “screwed.” Things started moving really fast from here.