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They wouldn’t give me my passport!! I simply could not believe this was happening. My husband and I had saved up and paid $1800 for an all inclusive Jamaican vacation. A place I had longed to visit.I completed all the necessary paperwork and sent for my passport months in advance. In the interim I was busy being a working mother and wife. We planned to join other couples we knew in Jamaica for a blast. The waiting was so exciting.This was only the third big vacation we’d taken since we had been married. I was so looking forward to the rest and fun. The other couples we were meeting were especially fun and warm people. Good eggs.Then about six weeks before departure I realized I hadn’t received a response from the State Dept. I went on line to discover it should arrive that week. My husband already had his from an earlier foreign trip.The week passed. Still no passport. Two weeks passed. I thought, surely it will be here in time. I called and was told there was a delay because my name had changed but it should arrive within 7–10 working days. What?!! I explained I had a non refundable trip already paid for, to no avail.I started counting the days. Hoping for the best but expecting the worse, I calculated the end of ten working days would be the week of the trip. That Monday to be exact. Then I became nervous. Murphy’s law popped in my mind. This can’t be happening.I was on pins now. Waiting and hoping each day. Nervously rifling through the mail. Looking online for any additional info on passports. Reading about travel tips and hacks.Now we’re at the last Monday before the trip. Friends are checking in. Everyone’s excited. Me, not so much. I don’t dare say anything. That would be a total buzzkill.Now it’s Wednesday before our flight. I’m trembling as I rifle through when I get home from work. Still no passport. I call the State Dept. They said to go online, make an appointment to go to their office in LA. That’s a sixty mile trip, one way. I make an appointment for 1:00PM the next day which is Thursday. Our flight leaves Friday, early. I have one day to sort this.Thursday is my last shot at a long awaited vacation. I called our travel agent that night to explain our situation and ask her a lot of ‘what ifs’. She had a fit. I should have called her sooner, she said, she would told me to go to the State Dept office weeks ago. Oh man. I’m sunk. This. Cannot. Be. Happening.Next day, Thursday, I’m up early. I planned to be their hours before my appointment, hoping to be seen earlier.No such luck. My husband and I sat in this humongous room, filled with people, crying babies and cranky toddlers, all day long, waiting our turn. We were finally called at exactly 5:00 PM.Up we go, to the window, only to be told I needed a certified copy of my birth certificate to get a same day passport. But I sent your office the certified birth certificate!! I must’ve screamed. Idk.My husband asked if there was anything else we could do. He explained our flight left the next morning and the original application for the passport was sent in months ago. She said, she saw online, that the application was in delay because of a discrepancy in the name and that I would need a certified copy of my birth certificate to get a passport today. I’m wilted. I cannot believe this is actually happening. It can’t be.I asked why didn’t they tell me that on the phone when I called? Shrug….mumble. I explained again, as calmly as I could, that I had sent my certified copy to the State Dept, months ago. Silence. She stares at the computer.I asked, ok what can I do now? She said get another certified copy and bring it in. I said, but I was not born in LA! I can’t just trot over to the LA Hall of Records. I was born in San Diego (another 160 miles, rt) and now it’s too late to even go there because the office is closed and our flight leaves early tomorrow. Sorry. She said. There was nothing she could do. We give up.Now, I realize the building is empty. We’re the last to leave. Our steps echo as we walk out, defeated and exhausted.I forced my husband to go. At least we wouldn’t lose all our money. He said he enjoyed seeing new sights but it wasn’t the same. Besides he felt like the third wheel being the only single person. It was basically a bummer but he tried to make the best of it. My travel agent felt sympathy for our situation. She gave a partial refund which I used to help fund my daughters European tour. A college graduation gift. So all was not lost.My passport came in the mail the next day. That’s life.