Exhausted and bored, I sat in the car waiting for our 7 hour long drive to finally be over. “Are we there yet?” I asked my mom with a tone. “Elizabeth Jone Williams, you will not speak to your mother with such a tone do you understand!?” I nodded but she scolded me for the rest of the drive. I honestly do regret what I did, but anyways. We got to our destination which was the airport, we walked through the automatic door down to security. I put my gray suitcase on the undersized escalator when suddenly a tall man with a badge asked with a deep voice, “Can I see your passport?”