Before getting married, I’d been on a total of one flight. Because of this, I’d missed out on a lot of important life experiences. I’d never experienced the joy of riding a moving sidewalk, for example, or felt the triumph of packing a bag that weighs exactly 50 pounds. Most of all, though, my lack of flying kept me from knowing what true disappointment feels like.
Deserae and I got introduced to the complete, soul-crushing disappointment that only airlines can provide on our first big vacation after our honeymoon. We were young and excited and stupid and wayyyy too trusting of the airline industry. The cruise line tried to warn me when I booked the trip over the phone.
“You’re all set! Just make sure you arrive at the port three to four hours early to get through customs before the ship leaves, because they don’t wait for anyone.”
“No problem!”
“If you miss the ship, you’ll have to meet it at its first stop as long as you have a passport. You have a passport, right?”
“Nope!”
“We recommend getting a passport.”
“Well we’re flying into town the night before, so it should be OK, right?”
“…”
“Hello?”
“We recommend getting a passport.”
We did not get passports. We also did not use the airport 5 minutes from our house. We got Deserae’s parents to help us save $75 by shuttling us 45 minutes to Akron’s airport because, again, we were stupid. Continue reading