We went to a travel agent yesterday, and I said
Hello, we'd like a one-way ticket outta this place.
And then I handed over a plastic card that magically indexes a particular bank account, and the index number was typed into a computer, and the computer smiled, and lo, we had made a deposit on tickets to take us to Australia and not come back.
Ironically, my new British passport arrived in the mail this morning, so I was able to sing “I'm a Brit. I'm a Brit. I'm a Brit, Brit, Brit!” (in an arrangement of my own devising, but hats off to Rossini too) as we walked into work.
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