"Please, I need to get on the next flight to Venice." I was pleading with the lady, but she wasn't budging.
"Ma'am, the same rules apply to everyone. If you want to leave the country, you have to have a passport and a valid ID." She looked down and the ID that was now in my clenched fist.
I had no idea why she was implying my ID was invalid. Plus, how was I supposed to get a US passport when I wasn't even an American citizen?
"If you don't have those things, could you allow me to help the people behind you?" Her tone was almost mocking now, and her overly sweet smile made me unreasonably angry.
"I'll be back." I shoved myself away from the counter and muttered under my breath.
I walked over to a bunch of plastic bleacher-like chairs outside the gates and pulled out my phone. I fi
