Here’s putting a lot of confidence in the US Postal Service. I am not in Los Angeles this morning, though I feel I should have gotten myself there in time for my appointment with the Passport Agency. Even though it turns out my birth certificate is a little schizophrenic, I could at least have had the satisfaction of being turned away in person by a callous bureaucrat after great travel and expense. Instead I’m just waiting by to see if my passport happens to show up in my mailbox or not. Of course I was bugging the Passport Customer Rejection Center for a long time to track the progress of their scotch tape dispenser. Here’s the irony. They admitted they had been dragging their feet so they waived the fee on an expedite order and quickly completed their official crayon doodles. Then they sent it out regular “Priority” mail rather than Express. I’m looking this gift racehorse in the mouth and I say it’s a beat up old burro.